Harlotsville Ch 03
Eugenia sidestepped a lumbering, whiskey-breathed patron standing idly in the doorway. Slinking into the cacophonous pub, the powerful scent of mold and cheap spirits filled her nostrils. It was an odor she was very familiar with, so much so that it vanished from her perception within seconds. Tables full of boorish, unkempt men ogled her as she passed by. She knew nearly all of them by now, and knew how to navigate them. One pinched her bottom as she squeezed past his table, to which she...