The smell creeped up on her fast. The red hair had given her away, even though the revealing dress, the paint on her face, and the body language didn't match the fisher lass he knew. The voice was Lory's, he heard, as he approached. Poor Paul. At least he wasn't alive to see how deep his daughter had fallen.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. "Lory. What the hell are you doing here?!"