Nelly Greene

“As you wish,” Nelly said and went to fetch him a glass.

She had taken him through the back alleys once she noticed his odd desire to remain hidden by shadows. Hugging buildings was not how she normally traversed at night so she changed her direction and soon brought him back to her home. "You were in need of a drink, were you not?" Nelly said. “I have several at your disposal. Brandy? Port?”

“So I have been told. Come along then. I know some place where you can get that drink and make sure you haven’t done yourself injury.”

"Surely you can do better than that!" Nelly teased. "I was of far more help than that bewildered Irishman," she added with a laugh.

"I am glad that I could be of assistance," Nelly said. She held out her hand. "My name is Nelly Greene. From the looks of you, I would dare to say you could do with a drink."

"Oh I am sorry," Nelly called down to the captured man. "Shall I send down another?" She waited as the Rabbit moved about in the blackness of its warren.

"Yes, yes there are and, indeed, they are quite long," she answered.

"Shall I fetch someone to assist?" Nelly called back.

“Hello?” Soft voice called from the edge above. Sterling opened his eyes quickly. He rolled over onto knees once again, coughing as his breath returned painfully. "Hello? Are you all right?" the voice called again. Sterling looked upward toward sound. The dark outline of a slender woman appeared overhead. "I dare say, you have taken a nasty tumble into Mr. Spindlethorpe's new cellar. Someone has managed to dislodge the planking that was covering the hole. Perhaps I can assist you?"

Sarah Elizabeth Greene awakened later than usual. Lithe form rolled onto back, already uncomfortable from the afternoon’s heat. Delicate chemise clung to fine skin as she yawned. Last night’s tumble with a young captain was all she could manage with all the redcoats milling about and scaring away any potential new acquisitions. She smiled to herself as she gently pulled damp linen from her body and sat up. Nelly, as she preferred to be called, had arrived in Jamaica three months ago. Since fleeing London, her bawdy house Mistress, and her last lover, who had unwittingly provided enough coin to set her up comfortably in a small house in Port Royal, she had managed to snare several well to do Jamaican merchants and two plantation owners with her charms. They kept her well enough to keep up appearances, but she was always on the prowl for more “income.” “Sally,” she called sweetly to her young maid. “Come along. I am awake and should see to my toilet. And the bed linens will need changing. Hurry now, the shops will soon be closing their doors and their owners will be out and about and I must make ready.” With a provocative stretch she withdrew from the well worked bed and made her way to the closest window. The streets were once again busy. Hopefully tonight the soldiers and their poor but often captivating officers would not be the only ones out when the sun retired and she set out to business as usual.

My name be Nelly Greene. I be a whore of the higher class but find myself cast adrift in Port Royal after crossing the "Mother" of my house in London. Age 23 Height 5'7" Hair Blond, Eyes Hazel but reflect the colors I wear Slender, well built and well taught