[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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[color=E97E99][i]Location: The Faithful Bride[/I][/color][/center]
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Millicent watched the doctor flee and she couldn't blame him. It amused her how some men were so cowardly and it made her insides tingle to know that she, a mere woman in the eyes of society, could take down most men with little to no effort. Of course, she used any means at her disposal, but all's fair. She adjusted her dress before she stepped inside the Faithful Bride.

She noticed the bartender cleaning up the remains of what she assumed was a drunken brawl of some sort. She was almost sad she missed it, but then again she had her own adventure at the docks. It was hard keeping up the facade of a prostitute during the day, but she figured she would get her enjoyment during the nights. She walked up casually to the counter and waited to get the bartender's attention.

[color=E97E99]"Good day to you. I believe I have a room here and my things should have arrived? My name is Millicent Clarke."[/color] She waited for the response, but she really wanted to settle in before she went over her plans for the time she would spend here.