When she'd left her house, it hadn't actually occurred to Eros that she had very little to do out here, most of the things she'd needed to do that day having already been done. Still, the clip of her heels against the cold ground were a welcome comfort, the monotonous familiarity of each night strangely relaxing. That was the thing in the South side of the city, nothing ever really changed. Sure, people died, lives moved on, hell, some even made it out of the slum, but even with an influx of people arriving and leaving, it never changed. The attitude of the people was a constant, driving them to prostitution, drug dealing, arms dealing; if you could think of it and it wasn't exactly legal, there was more than likely at least three desperate vagrants selling it. Need someone killed? Done. Need your next fix of a drug? Done. Hell, are you just damn horny? Done. It was a brutal and dirty place, but it never pretended to be anything other than that, and that was exactly the way Eros liked it.
Digging around in her pockets for another cigarette, she glanced around at the street she was on, admittedly having not strayed too far from her own home. On the corner sulked the usual suspects, scantily clad women that were more rib cage than boob offering the little aesthetics they had by wearing pants that were practically knickers and oversized transparent tops, draped over what was essentially just bone. Nothing was left to the imagination, and Eros hated every second of it. Hadn't they any decency? Did the word 'subtly' mean nothing to them? Hell, was that word even within the grasps of their vocabulary? It sure as hell didn't look like it. She shrugged the feeling of disgust creeping up her spine off and turned away from the group, trying her hardest to ignore the obnoxious cackle that seemed to explode from one of the girls, laughing as if one of them had actually managed to say something funny. Another even dared to shout some lazily thought out insult Eros' way, but it was hard to understand someone that had that few teeth, and so all she did in return was blow them a kiss, even bothering to wink just to show how undaunted she was. Continuing on her way down the road, her hand finally clasped around a spare cigarette in her pocket, and she was about to light it when a figure crashed down in front of her, pausing her hand as it twitched against the lighter.
She stood, frozen for a minute, not quite sure what to do. It wasn't often people planted themselves right in front of her, showing a certain amount of courage by even looking her in the eye. Her hands still paused where they were, Eros cocked her head to the right, a look of pure curiosity passing over her features, her head panicking slightly as she tried to figure out how to handle the situation. She wasn't great with new situations, it took her a while to adjust at the best of times, but she'd just have to try.
Unsticking her hands, she finally managed to light the fag, an unsatable tremor running through her right hand, something she hadn't been able to rid herself for some time. Dropping the lighter back into her pocket, she offered the woman in front of her a curious smile, one eyebrow raised as she took a long drag, letting the smoke blow out into the air as she finally spoke, silk tones filling the air, "uh, you okay there sweetie? You seem, how do I put this nicely?" she paused, running her tongue over her teeth as she thought, "frazzled," she finally concluded, gaze not once leaving the petite, black haired woman. She'd caught Eros' attention, that was for sure, because she didn't even see the man observing the pair from a far, and she was usually one to acknowledge (and judge) everything.