Elizabeth
“I wonder why I’m here?” The girl idly wondered aloud as she daintily stepped down some stairs into the shadowy underbelly of the slums. It looked dark and scummy, like a place that no self respecting person would ever wander down into. Some men yelled at her to stop, charging her with spiked bats. With a wave of her hand, they both lost their balance and went tumbling down the stairs, a nasty cracking noise coming from one of them. “Oops, sorry.” She apologized cheerfully, stepping over his corpse while utterly ignoring ignoring the other one who was laying on the ground groaning in pain, her tail waving gently behind her.
It didn’t take the voluptuous woman long at all to utterly subdue the thugs who’d taken up residence here. She sat down on their makeshift throne they’d made for their former leader, well, it was adequate, at least. She’d need to spruce this place up a great deal. It felt a bit too gloomy for her tastes.