She needed to get away from the Diamond Pony for a time... It was all about her having to ply her wares and sometimes she got more attention than she wanted. The money was great, that wasn't a lie, but it did her some good to take a break and let the less sought after have a chance at being paid. Her position was secure in the brothel, she was a popular choice among the gentry and made for a lovely arm piece at parties, though she found some of the tasks to be harder to bear than others. She shuddered when she remembered the old man who wanted to have all of his friends take turns with her but never planned on paying her for that.

Sonia stood with her shawl wrapped about her shoulders to ward off the chill in the air, the waves crashing against the rocky beach. She thought about Lorenzo, her dead guardian, and a tear dribbled down her cheek as a result. The girl angrily swiped it away, annoyed by the saline interruption, for the chill caught the moisture and made her shudder. All she really wanted was to know what happened to him, who murdered the only person who ever truly cared for her. Instead, she had nothing to go by other than how she found him and where.

For now, all she could do was stand there and stare off into the moonlight.