High Bridges of Ar

The high bridges of Ar are no place for an unescorted woman, free or slave, particularly at night. They have their lure, of course. The view of the city from that height is unrivaled. The pristine Plaza of the Central Cylinder with its thoughtfully-planned, wide avenues provides a stark contrast to the jumble of dark, serpentine roads and alleyways of the meaner warrens of the city. Both can be seen at once from this height. One feels a sense of pride, despite the inequities, for there is diversity and destiny, promise and potential in this, the greatest of cities, the seat of the Empire. There are no rails here. There are no forgivenesses at the precipice. It is a place where uncompromising masters play The Game, shameless Politicos take their bribes, and unrepentant Assassins earn their pay. It is a place for illicit rendevous, scurrilous subterfuge & Chain Luck. It is no place for an unescorted woman. Last night, I commanded a girl to strip. I then beat her.