Thread: Flowers of the Desert[me+serphina+doomgamer]

Ivy kept busy as well, mostly staying in the front of the establishment when Mary was not and tending to other things when Mary manned the front desk. When she occasionally saw the woman, she could just feel the waves of negative energy rolling off of her and she knew she was pissed about what had happened to Harley. Doctor Jacob arrived in Harley's rooms in the early evening to change her bandages. He was a kindly old man with whisps of gray hair sticking out by his ears and the top of his head was bald. Gold framed wire glasses sat on his nose and his dark brown eyes held a wisdom and understanding in their depths. Ivy had hired him as the Doctor on the scene of their establishment to keep her girls clean from any diseases the clientele might drag in. As payment Ivy let him live in his own private quarters undisturbed and he turned a blind eye to the illegal activity that went down. He entered the room humbly, smiling softly down at the tired young woman. When her eyes opened sleepily, he said in raspy tones, How are you today, my dear? There was such benevolence in his eyes that there was no mistaking that he was a kind-hearted soul. Meanwhile, while she was busy at the front desk, a tall, swarthy, and ugly fellow entered the establishment, strutting his stuff as if he owned the place. Seeing Ivy he meandered up to the counter and leaned upon it aggressively, staring her down. Ivy ignored the look and unintimidated said, What can I do for you, handsome? Tobias sneered and spit off to the side before he responded. I'mma lookin' for a runaway. A skinny blondie gal, lookin' worse fer wear. Have ya seen 'er? And he spit again, nearly missing the feet of one of the women who was walking by. Ivy's eyes narrowed sharply, and she kept a lid on her anger. putting on her sweetest smile she said smoothly, Oh, I sure have, hun. Right this way. Motioning for him to follow and swaying her hips as she walked she led him to the back of the establishment and out the back door. When he'd wandered outside ahead of her, he looked around at the sand that surrounded them on all sides and said Hey, what kinda trick is this--? before he was cut off by a high-heeled boot to his face that sent him falling back onto the ground. Sitting on his rump feeling his chin he looked up to be met with the barrel of a pistol pointed straight in his face, and the stony look of the woman who wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Are you the one who roughed her up, sonny? she asked in threatening tones. Because by the Lord Almighty, you better be saying your prayers if you are. And she cocked the gun with a loud click, her finger ready to squeeze the trigger. No, wait! Tobias said fearfully, reduced to the coward he was in the face of cruel death. It weren't me, I-I swear! I'm here to retrieve 'er fer my boss! He's the one! Please, ma'am, don't kill me! He was on his knees, his face kissing the dirt at her feet as he begged pathetically. Moments later, Ivy stood at the doorway to the kitchen leaning upon the doorframe looking into the room. Mary was in there tending to supper and she waited for the other woman to notice her before she spoke. Mary, she said with a sly smile. I need your help with something. Reaching outside the doorway she threw forth Tobias who fell on his face on the floor. He lay there stiffly, tied tightly with an ivy vine rope and whimpered pathetically. See this fella knows where the man who hurt our dear Harley is. But the thing is, he's having trouble letting go of his loyalties and telling me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me loosen his tongue a little bit. And she smiled as she waltzed into the room, forcing the man to his feet only to shove him violently into a chair in the middle of the room.