3 from cecily ;)
Catlina reeled back, aghast at the other courtesan. The two of them were vying over who got to service the wealthy lord’s son that had just walked through the doors of that brothel in the Red Keep. “Bitch!” She chided, pressing a hand to her own cheek. What that man meant was nothing the two of them had emotionally invested in... no... it was strictly financial. Both women had the same goal. To get out of the Red Keep. And for the past few months, it had seemed like a race to see which one would achieve that goal sooner. “We’ll see if he wants you once he learns who gave Lord Fergus the clap.” Catlina could hear her yelling that wasn’t true but she was already off. At least until she felt her hair being pulled and she was on the ground the next instance. Catlina whirled, kicking Cecily’s legs out from under her. In the next instance, she was on top of the girl, holding her hands by her side, her legs pressed against the other girls’. As she glanced up, she saw the young handsome man being led into a room and disappearing with another courtesan. “FUCK ME.” She yelled as she sat back, defeated. “FUCK.” She cried again, moving off of Cecily. She gave the girl one last glance back as she walked from the room, yelling behind her, “BITCH!”
