3rd of Winter
Leaning against the wall, and glancing over the horde of people, who were going about their mundane days. Roselina counted the coins in her purse. It was, frankly not that much. She decided to work today. She wouldn't be able to even feed herself for much longer if she carried on like this.
There were many people in the crowd, different people, people who looked quirky and unwonted, people who looked impecunious and ragged. Then she spotted someone who would fit the bill.
He was very large, probably from over indulging in all of the posh food and fine wine that the wealthy could afford, and he was much older than Roselina. His hair was scruffy and grey, his outfit was one that you wouldn't see very often though, made with silk and topped with extravagant jewels. She glanced at the shining golden ring on his finger and smirked to herself, a plan formed quickly in her mind.
Roselina knew she was captivating. She had wavy brown hair, pale skin and vibrant green eyes which stood out like an emerald. At least this was her opinion, perhaps she was a narcissist.
It worked in her favour often, and good looks were a fortuitous thing to have in this job. She utilized them to deceive people, to trick them into trusting her, or to have them give her things. She thought about the fact that, no one suspects an innocent and alluring young girl. It amused her how naive people were sometimes.
She had no problem in using her looks to get what she wanted, it was fun, at times. The look on their faces when they discovered her true nature amused her, she often laughed at them, playing the part that they perceived her to be. Once, on of them called her a psychopath, she wondered if this was true. No.. She thought to herself, she was way to rational to be one.
The plan was simple, she would find someone who was married, someone who was wealthy and usually older. Roselina would then wonder over to them and ask them to go to a tavern with her, there they would chatter, and drink she would make sure that the person was drunk, unable to defend themselves or converse rationally.
She would flirt with them, convince them that she was better to date, than whoever they were currently with, and then she would lead her target into any empty place, where she would threaten to blackmail them and tell their lover.
If that didn't work, well, she would pull her beloved dagger out.
That always worked.
Her dagger was old, and worn, but she tried to keep it used when she could, so it could still do a lot of damage. It used to be her brothers dagger, Roselina smiled to herself, he would be glad that it was being put to good use.
She looked up from where she was watching her target and smiled, it was a while before sunset, the perfect time to go have a drink in her opinion. By the time she was ready to take his money, it would be getting dark, and no one would be around to witness It.