————This is for the girl who keeps asking—————

My car drives down the fast roads leading up to the markets, I push the speed knowing that no one would stop me. Not with my status.

Though no one knows who I truly am, a lot have heard of me, not my dark side but most people know of Marquess Rosaline Chatelier, she is cunning, rich and beloved by most. Of course no one can have absolute love from their people but I have close enough. I had to make a name for myself to remind myself of who I was, an important and powerful woman. Well it wasn't so much myslef but to remind others of this, some would say I was stupid for drawing attention to myslef but I knew better.

I breathe lightly as I park my car on the side of the long streets, these streets just before the markets. Having only seen them once I knew that the main focas was that the markets were important for the economy of this large city but they were also a stupendous sight.

The car's engine hums to a stop before I open the door and get up out of my sleek ride. My hands carefully glide over my face to put on my facial disguise. I knew from the files that Bain prefers red haired women with freckles and blue eyes so I changed them to look like that, all except my eyes which remain the vibrant purple colour I had known my whole life.

                   I hadn't a clue why my eyes never changed or how they happened to be an electric purple, all I knew is that I couldn't change them even when I tried.
It was always strange how different I looked than my parents as they both had silky blond hair which matched the colour of straw, or at least I remembered them as such. Yet for some strange reason my hair was a dark amber colour almost verging into black, it was also a twisted mess or waves that was unlike the smooth flow of my mother's.

The outfit I wore Much like many others on this street was vibrant red the colour of rich blood, and was one of the many reasons that this place was called the "red markets".  The markets themselves were an amazing array of monochromatic colours, each red a little different then the next.

The town itself was aligned with the avant-garde culture of our mixed century society. This meant that most here decided to dress in clothing that was extravagant, the houses were a mix of large futuristic marvels while the others consisted of old fashioned houses much like those found in the 19th century.

My outfit specifically consisted of a red lengthy dress, the dress had a long slit up one side of it that began on high hip exposing my long curves of my legs. The front was holstered to the neck but had a cut out exposing my cleavage, it showed entirely too much but that was the point.
The other thigh held a garter which stored many a weapon, ones that would look all so pretty in Mr Gendear's neck.

Women were often taken from this market by the gang of Bain Gendear, often the women had red hair and wore outfits that inspired desire from the men of the gang.

I personally could only hope that they found me attractive and chose me as their next victim and if not I would have to do it the old fashioned way. Become a buyer. That way takes much longer and there is always the chance that I won't get close to Bain.

I huff as I walk into the markets, my hands fiddle with my hair and I flirt with as many individuals as I can see, I hoped I was doing a good job. My senses were constantly being bombarded with new scents such as the tang of iron from a sword, or the sweet nectar of tea. My eyes were drawn to the silks that lay on the tables holding sleek knives and viscous weapons.

While standing at one stall I noticed a pair of eyes digging into my backside, these eyes seemed skeptical and honestly they were very creepy, so I understood that I had done just enough to entice the gang.

I felt the presence of someone behind me but I forced myself to stay facing the salesman of the stall. I could practically feel the breath of the man behind me before I finally felt his rough callused hands touch my back. Acting shocked I whirl around to face the man, my features dawned in a look of surprise.

"Can I help you?" my voice sounded pretentious and snobby, which I knew from the report was the exact type of girl they liked to abduct.

His response was straight forward. "Miss can I talk to you over there."

I scrunch my face up lightly before nodding my head lightly. "If you must."

This man was clearly attractive with his harsh brown eyes and above an oaken jaw, he carried a Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones. His burly physique showed that he clearly had some strength. I could tell why they had made him the pickup man for their "operation", and if I were some delicate rose then many I would have fallen for it.

Grabbing my arm he gently led me away from large crowds and down into an area filled with darkness. The Alleyway was one that reminded me of many a mission I had complete, some which had used almost this exact move.

All too quickly his hand latched over my face with a cloth which I assumed had a sleeping agent on it. Anyone's first instinct would be to freak out and breath in the gas but I knew better.

I held my breath.

After a few seconds I let my body go limp which he mistakes for me passing out, I wanted him to think this. Soon I felt his arms wrap around my legs lifting me up far too easily before he carried me to a door at the end of the alley...