After straining her eyes for a couple hours sewing in the candlelight of her room, Beatrix stands and stretches. From the sounds of things in the parlor, the night will be a long and loud one for the Vixen.

Knowing she won't be able to sleep with the rowdiness going on throughout the house, Bea opens her door and looks round the hall. No-one and nothing. Smiling, she eases out the backdoor, and sits on the back step. The night's cool air and relative silence is a welcome break from inside the house.

Until, that is, she hears a couple of footsteps coming round the side of the whorehouse. Wishing she'd brought a scissors or knife for protection, she leans back into the doorway as far as she can. If she were to re-enter the house now, who ever was approaching would be alerted to her presence by the creaking of the hinges.