Devon had no idea how close his fabrication story was to the truth. She really hadn’t said much about herself aside from a first name and a suggested bright future upon the foundation of hard work. That must have fallen through though for her to be here. He wouldn’t question it- if anything they were just something of business partners and didn’t actually need to know much about each other to work out this transaction. He picked up his coffee “whenever your ready.”

He knew that several girls would line up at the gate on a weekly basis. They came from all over- even beyond this city to play the role of hapless princess, long lost sister. Usually it was so obvious that they weren’t such or so Devon had heard. He took another drink from the cup. “It’s not a long walk from here.” In comparison Ana here would seem like Anastisa in the flesh.