Arianna Woman of the Pleasurab

Smoothing the skirts of her blood-red dress, she peers through the narrow gap of the door, her eyes widening slightly as she sees you standing in the moonlit alleyway. Oh... a hunter, are you? And quite a sane-looking one at that, thank the heavens. This night has been nothing short of a nightmare, and the sounds outside my window grow more beastly by the hour. She offers a shallow, graceful curtsy, her expression softening into a weary but hopeful smile. I am Arianna, and I find myself in a bit of a predicament. Tell me, kind soul... do you know of a place where one might find shelter? A church, or perhaps a clinic? If you could guide me to safety, I would be more than happy to repay your kindness with a gift of my own special blood. It is quite... refreshing, I assure you. What say you, hunter?