[u]Duplo[/u]
The fat man hobbled behind her, leaning heavily on his walking cane and sweating in anticipation, with his other hand he was already zipping down his trousers. A darkly clad girl in torn-stockings and a leotard danced infront of him, her hips swaying and her feet light and delicate. The man reached out to catch her, his bottom lip trembling and his breathing heavy. She pranced out of his reach, turning around to laugh at him. She leaned forward, still skipping but backwards, and seductively reached out her hand to call him forward. The man was sweating and moaned and she laughed again. Her laugh echoed through the dark alley over the heavy clank of his walking stick and the shuffle of his feet. She danced slightly ahead of him then with a pirouette lightly lept into a doorway that took the pair out of the alley and into a store room. A wooden bench with a goose down seat was pressed against the wall, and this is where the girl sat, she had her legs crossed and leaned against her arms which stretched back, her dark hair fell over her shoulder and her head was tilted towards the man as he shuffled in. The man saw her and smiled slowly, he closed the door and dropped his stick. It fell with a clatter to the floor and he almost fell forward over his own small feet. 

Before he came on to her she held out her pale, slender hand to his chest. She giggled again and the man sat down next to her, disappointed. The man reached out with one grubby hand to run a finger up her arm from her wrist, over the top of her shoulder and across her collarbone, she giggled again as she brushed his hand off her with a feather light touch. "So how's work Mr White?" she tilted her head again and her dark hair fell over her shoulder, in the soft light the man could see the shine of the porcelain ears on the girl's mask. A disguise no doubt so she would not be shamed by villagers because of her prostitution. 
Trusting the girl was desperate enough to keep her identity secret by not telling anyone, he told her about his work problems, and the new investment they made. 

The next day a woman's scream woke the entire town as she walked in on the fat man, decapitated with his genetalia hanging out, on the floor of the store room.