The last guy she'd mugged had had the letter on his person - so Fanny figured why not? She met the height requirement!

She'd done this a few times, mostly when acting troupes were in town. Padded herself down with some extra layers instead of propping her little breasts up as high and close together as they could go. She'd scared enough johns out over the years to have her own veritable stash of men's clothes that ... fit, somewhat.

Face washed clean but still reeking of secondhand boudoir perfume, Fanny knocked cheerfully on the station door.