You arrive at Ladies of the Night, and a new face answers the door. She's older, more rough-cut. You'd guess she's seen her fair share of violence.
"Can I help you?" she asks, only holding the door open a crack.
"I'm here to see the dolls."
"I'm afraid the establishment is closed for the next several evenings. Renovations, you see. Best look elsewhere."
The woman raises an eyebrow. "Yes. Now please be on your way or I'm afraid I'll have to call the authorities. Ms. Grey will not be pleased and I have an excellent memory for faces."
You grumble to yourself. At least you didn't come too far out of your way to get here. If you still want to feed, you'll have to get to one of the other locations quickly.
The bridge over the Rideau Canal splits in two, and where the halves diverge, a stairway leads you down into a tunnel running parallel with the canal. The Fairmont Château Laurier looms majestically above the water, a modern castle with over a hundred darkened windows watching over you like lidded eyes. Is anyone observing you from behind those panes of glass? Impossible to know, so you take your business below.
You take the steps down, two at a time, eager to begin the hunt. You haven't seen many pedestrians since you arrived, but as with any other hunting ground in Ottawa, it's just a matter of time before an opportunity presents itself.