It was late, and the muffled grunts and groans of a man could be heard drifting from the alley behind The Zephyr. Passersby would stop for a moment when they heard the sounds, but no one went in to investigate.
At this hour, in this location, such sounds could only mean one of two things: either a couple was getting frisky—or perhaps two men, of course—or someone was getting a beating. Either way, no one was foolish enough to go in and interfere.
Aurora Sterling stood there, looking down disdainfully at Master Fletcher, who had passed out again at her feet. She stretched lazily. "How boring. He passed out after just a few hits."
For Aurora Sterling, this didn't even count as a warm-up, and she couldn't help but feel a little let down.
With a final glance at the unconscious Master Fletcher, Aurora Sterling casually turned and re-entered The Zephyr through the back door.
Just as her figure vanished from the alley, two tall shadows loomed over the unconscious Master Fletcher.
