This was this first thing I tagged this morning.
My mental image of Alanna, today, the one that won't leave my head.... Alanna at Need (one of Shayara's largest nightclubs), all kitted up in her typical eveningwear, tarty fetish stuff. She's looking over her shoulder, mouth slightly open - unusually, looking more lost than hard. Self-consciously, she tugs her elbow-length glove up - it had slipped to expose something. An open wound? A scar? And then her honor guard appears, and the moment is lost, the mask comes back up - brittle, cold, cruel, jaded.