Deep within the crowd of people that marvelled at Miss Thorn's new play toy stood Alyon. She looked up at the balcony noticing the beautifully designed chair and the girl that was resting within it, filling herself with delicious food. The girl looked so relaxed in comparison to the others that were on exhibition around the area, almost innocent and awaiting to be broken. It was little wonder why the mob had taken a fancy to her. Each one wanted to be the first to take away that innocence.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Please, don't bother Fraya, she has much to think about! Now good day."[/b][/color] called out the lady that shielded her face with a beautifully designed fan, just as she turned to venture back indoors leaving Fraya to enjoy her food and the service by the other girls.

[color=7ea7d8][i]How in god's name did Fraya end up as a sex slave, of all things!?[/i][/color] Alyon bought up her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a slight headache coming on from the frustration of the day. She knew she had to do something to remedy the situation before it grew out of control. Last thing Alyon needed was Fraya to feel threatened and in turn decide to rip a civilian in half.

Alyon slipped through the crowd, keeping her head down low as to not draw attention, and came to the side of the building where she saw a long down pipe that lead up to the roof. Making sure that no one was watching, she grabbed the pipe and began to climb the side of the structure. The metal she held onto creaked and bended with each grasp, but with each step up she grew closer to the roof line until she was able to clamber onto the flat surface and shuffle across to the edge where Fraya was sitting.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Fraya..."[/b][/color] she whispered from over the edge of the roofline as to not make herself visible to the crowd below. Not knowing if the girl heard her Alyon picked up an accorn that was lying nearby and threw it at Fraya's head. [color=7ea7d8][b]"Fraya!"[/b][/color] she called out a little louder.