She let out her breath slowly once hearing the pair of footsteps retreat, heated wind coursing past her full, round, red lips and creating a light mist in the chilled night air - the mist lingering for a few seconds, nearly forming into shapes right in front of her eyes, before dissipating into the air like the lifting of a dense fog. Her back elongated before pressing against the cold stone of the tall and roughly hewn wall, she found herself inching toward the edge of the alley so she might peek around the corner and watch the backs of the retreating men. She whipped back around to press against the wall, her smallish, button nose wrinkling into a displeased expression as her luscious blue orbs skimmed the darkness of the alley surrounding her. To the left was the sound of a rat digging about in the discarded garbage of the gutters, and to the right were simply the sounds of more echoing footsteps. The dark wall she centered her eyes on resembled crinkled, discarded, and dirty clothing having been tossed out into the street after a brawl fight, stains coating the majority of its surface like the dingy spots of a homeless dog. Golden tresses fall mussed about her shoulders, their usually immaculate curls brushing against each small portion of her skin with gentle caresses, the color nearly matching the golden and tanned hue of her melanin. After waiting to be sure she heard no more sound, she poked her head back around the corner, tendrels falling slowly over her shoulder before waving gently in the passing breeze. Seeing no one, she pressed on, darting expertly in and out of shadows, her curvaceous body easily weaving from shadow to shadow with the greatest of ease.

She exhaled, peeking around the corner. She whipped back around, then waited, then looked again. Seeing no one, she pressed on, moving through the shadows.

She let out her breath slowly once hearing the pair of footsteps retreat, inching toward the edge of the alley before peeking around the corner and watching the backs of the retreating men. She whipped back around to press against the wall, her nose wrinkling into a displeased expression. After waiting to be sure she heard no more sound, she poked her head back around the corner. Seeing no one, she pressed on, darting expertly in and out of shadows.