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When the flower seller called Laughing Nell brought her sister to the Dancing Dove, the male patrons were interested. Nell would gladly sit as luck during cards or dice or sit on a knee, but she never claimed a man as her own. The sister was different - or so they could hope.
When asked, Nell would laugh - her sense of humor had earned 'plain' Nell her name - and say she wanted not for a man or babies. She would flirt, dance and drink, but not wed.
The night a bloody fight broke out, things changed. The blood that flowed, after she found her sister dead on the floor earned Laughing Nell a new name: Red.