After only two months, Helen decided to become an exotic dancer.

It was probably going to be easy money. How hard would it be for her to dance in front of guys? Earning a few hundred dollars a night is what was necessary. The only thing that was holding her back was her wings.

Yes. Helen had wings. Helen was a faerie.

Now Helen had a lot of bad habits. She belched, she spit, she produced a lot more flatulence than what her small body should be capable of. She also had this incredible obsession about eating sugar candies that kept making her face break out. It was one of many reasons why the Sidhe had kicked her out.

So, Helen had been forced to become immersed into human society. So far, she’d been stabbed, robbed, beaten, spit on, cursed at, raped, mugged, shot at, and evicted from two apartments for not paying rent on time.

It was weird, she thought. Why didn’t anybody like her?