Name: Miss Bella Bifford
Eye Colour: Hazel, Hair Colour: Brunette, Bust: Ample, Waist: Average
Origin: Professional Manners: 2 Charm: 4 Wits: 1 Spite: 3 Performance: 3 Prowess: 5
Good At: Blow Jobs, Pleasuring Women,
Outright Seduction Legend: 2 Reputation: 9 Wealth: 3 Infl uence: 2 Scandal: 1
Children: 1 girl by Mr Reginald Stewardson
(Gentleman Pimp) Kirsty Age: 2, Health: 1 Cerebral Palsy.
Bella has been in the business for as long as she’s been legal. Rising from a Dell in a Whitechapel bawdy house to the very high class ‘convent.’ She is famously unfussy about her lovers, young, old, attractive, ugly, men, women, it’s all the same to her. She has a whale of a time and does her work for the sheer enjoyment of it.
Though naturally charming she can seem hardened and uncaring to some of her clients. She has good reason to be. At 16 she had her fi rst child by her pimp Reginald Stewardson. A little girl called Kirsty. It was a particularly diffi cult birth which was unusual for such a healthy young woman.
Worst still there was something wrong with little Kirsty. She was born with what we now call Cerebral Palsy. The term at the time was not nearly so sanitised. Her bawd and all her friends were constantly pressuring her to send Kirsty to this home or that and get on with her life but from the moment she laid eyes on her darling fl awed little girl she knew she couldn’t just abandon her.
Kirsty’s father disappeared shortly after her birth. Rumours about the town are that Bella murdered him and dumped his body in the Thames when he threatened to drown Kirsty
It was also a heated argument about Kirsty that proved the fi nal straw with the “convent” and saw Bella leave it for good. Through her stellar reputation she got herself a place at 69 Frothington Road. Though Kirsty is a challenge many of her sisters would rather not have they accept her for the most part. Bella isn’t particularly religious but her devotion to her little girl borders on worship at times. She goes to chapel with Hattie but only to humour her.
She transcends sexuality, willing to accept any kink or perversion that her client desires. Except if excrement or children are involved. At which point she’s not afraid to call the watch. Among the Sisters of 69 Frothington Road Bella is by far the most experienced and her lack of discretion for selecting her Admirers along with the sheer quantity of them ensures that she continues to hold the position unchallenged.
Though some have their issues with her she keeps her Sisters amused with tales of her bawdy experiences throughout nights where none of them are entertaining.
Relationships
Lilly: “Thinks she’s better than us all just
because she can speak proper like on a stage an’ all. Well let me tell you love I don’t care if your Cordelia made the Prince of Wales cry, I don’t care if your Juliette was praised by Sophia Baddeley herself. You’re a whore now just like the rest of us. Oh and don’t think I haven’t caught you glaring at my daughter like that you stuck up tart! I do feel bad about what happened to her husband I really do but it’s no excuse to treat anyone showing the remotest interest in their own gender like
Jessica: “Our Lady Muck is alright I guess.
Treats us all well enough and isn’t too stuck up about her title. Do wish she’d stop talking all formal all the time though it gets on my tits. She is such an innocent for a supposed scandalous Lady and ever so curious. Not so curious about bedding women though more the pity. She’s kind enough to Kirsty though I suspect she’s just being polite. Probably met a few like her with all that inbreeding among the toffs. Though they tend to shut them away so maybe not.”
Nora: “My God I want that body in my bed!
‘Tis a shame its owner is such a complete bitch. I mean, you know me, I always try to see the best in people but ye gods her stunning appearance is all that’s going for her. She has all the pretentions of nobility that are curiously absent from Jessica. We’ve all seen your scars love! You ain’t so high class! Oh that’s one more thing I approve of. Her habit of walking around starkers: Phwoar got to have some of that! Kirsty makes her feel uneasy. I can understand that but she could at least try to put on a show of tolerance. I caught her nearly kicking her the other day. Bitch!
Hattie: “Darling, darling Hattie. Okay she’s
not much of a looker in the conventional sense. Bit plump and, though she’s a blue eyed blonde, quite plain featured. But she is the kindest and sweetest girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I remember when she fi rst came here. She was in such a state. It was terrible what happened to Irene. From the portrait it looks like she and Hattie were well suited. She’s settled in well though. She adores Kirsty almost as much as I do and is gracious enough to help me out with her care. I want to bed Hattie. With her sweetness and large French shelf that goes without saying but I have this strange longing for something... different. Oh God do you think I’m falling in love?”
Lucy: “She needs more cock action.
Seriously! I mean don’t get me wrong I like a good tumble with a pretty girl as much as the next whore but I also like some variety. I don’t get girls who just do girls at all! I mean even Hattie whose true love was a girl is giving Gentlemen more of a serious go than Lucy who only takes the occasional Gentleman caller for appearances’ sake. Rumour is she doesn’t even do anything with them. She was married once. They say she killed her husband. I know how that feels. She ignores Kirsty which is a shame because I think the little darling quite likes her.”