All is not fair in love and beer

Elijah sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew what it was like for those coming from Paris to England. He’d seen it before but most of the girls had failed miserably and thankfully he’d been around to take them home. He’d seen many things and he wanted most of them to be alright except for the snobbish ones that didn’t deserve his time but most couldn’t handle the transparent lifestyle. At least the whores in Paris were upfront about who they were and what they did. The English seemed to be forever in denial and self-loathing.

Artists like him made good use of the whores that they’d paint and get their moneys-worth out of. However there was one thing that made him want to kill more or less every woman that ever flashed their legs at him. He knew that it wasn’t just mature women that brought him to his knees. But he didn’t expect it to be a little girl with waist-long red hair and big brown eyes to do it. He expected it to be a blonde in a short skirt in heels that could bend his will, not doe eyes and pretty summer dresses.

Elijah breathed in the scented air as he walked through the town with his sketch book and pencil behind his ear. His hair was sitting on his shoulder in a braid. Elijah walked up the stone steps into the park the models waited to be hired for the day and looked around for them. They weren’t at the fountain as usual and Eli was worried. They only ever left the fountain when someone new came into town and they had to get a piece of him or her. Eli put his sketch book down on the fountain and watched as the girls flocked around the newcomer.

“Eli, Eli! Viens ici! Nous avons une jolie fille pour vous!” one of the women laughed as they turned around.
“Antoinette, qui est-elle?” Elijah called as he got up. He wandered over and what he saw made his heart. They were trying to sell him a child?
Elijah came back to earth and shook his head. He tried to block out that memory because it hurt him more than most. More than Alice’s death and more than… murder? “I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”


French: Eli, Eli! Come here! We have a pretty girl for you. (Something like that)
Antoinette who is she?

Renae's body heat slowly went away as she made herself cool down. It was hard for her to come to terms when people think they know about her when they don't. She thought about the long journey coming from Paris to England, and how temptation was at every corner.

"Hé le cutie, viennent ici et I' ; exposition de ll vous un bon temps."said a souteneur that was outside of none other than an art studio. Trying to get the beautiful models for him instead of the artist. She quickly closed her eyes as she ran on the bus. She watched outside the window as the street lights and music to fade away.

At every corner, there was one girl after another; maybe in there mid-twenties who was waiting for a car to drive by. Holding up thier skirts and wearing thier boots or high heal shoes.
"Ce semble comme vous le besoin une, certaine somme d'argent, viennent travail pour moi" said another souteneur trying to persuade her to sell her body. She refused again, but it was difficult to.

She noticed that Elijah, seem troubled about something. For some reason she didn't want to use leglimancy for this one. She wanted him to tell her. Only if he wanted to tell her. It was time that she wanted to know the man she was speaking to.
"Y a-t-il quelque chose qui vous préoccupe ?" she asked him

French-
souteneur-pimp

Hé le cutie, viennent ici et I' ; exposition de ll vous un bon temps
(Hey cutie, come here and I'll you a good time.")

Ce semble comme vous le besoin une certaine somme d'argent, viennent travail pour moi
(It looks like you need some money, come work for me.)

Y a-t-il quelque chose qui vous préoccupe
(Is there something troubling you?)