Cosette stared in front of her, blindly. She struggled to tie a bit of red cloth over her eyes, before she succeeded, and worked her hands through her hair, to cover the back of the cloth.
"You know what you have to do, yes?"
"Good. We're dropping you off in the center of the village. Dance or something. People like dancing." The voice drifted off as Cosette was pulled up into a carriage, sat carefully near the door, where she could be shoved out at a moment's notice.
The girl, with her flowing mahogany hair, her magenta ribbon over her otherwise dead green eyes, certainly stood out. She wore a brilliant red dress, though this dress was not of high-end fabric, and appeared to be home-made, that matched her eye-cover. Her feet were bare, and her skin was a dark olive tone.
She was dressed to appear poor--and she was thin enough to pull that look off. Her hair, while dark--flowing--was tangled in knots, and clearly not cared for. It was all part of an act she had been preparing for weeks.
As the carriage pulled into the town square, Cosette felt herself being shoved out--and she hit the ground hard, with a cry of pain. The carriage was gone, once more. People gathered to stare at the girl, who sat on the ground, listening to the sounds around her for a few more moments, before she stood and began to dance.
There was no music, at first. A musician saw how much of a crowd the woman was drawing, and decided to play a tune that she would be able to match. The music along with the dancing drew more people to watch her--the divide of riches was clear.
To the left of the square, led the slums. The right, the higher-level of towns. The crowd to the right of the dancer, were fine dressed women and men--to the left, the poor folk; the gypsies, rags to riches in one setting. However, the blind woman could not see this--and so, as she danced, she danced for all of them.
She had no idea how she would know the man she was here to find--she knew his name. She had never met him; nor had she heard his voice. For all she knew, she might end up in the wrong man's favor... However, she would have to figure this out as she went.
After all, it was his life or hers. That money or her life.