In your world, music is a staple for survival. Everything in the world is based off how good you are at your instrument. Your weapon of choice is a guitar. Simple. Basic. Effective. You're roaming around the street at night after spending all night at a bar. "Woah you're hammered." A woman, her hair is greasy and fried, and she wears a big jacket and a unitard with tights and sneakers. She looks like she doesn't have anywhere to be, satisfied with her nook on the corner of the road. You, being from a rich family, would usually just spit on this type of commoner. But, alas, you are completely drunk.