Not far from the Raiders base rested a small city between two trash zones. Because of its location, its residents were poor. Thankfully the nightlife scene kept the city alive. There were plenty of bars, strip clubs and drug dealers. Barkers voices rang out over the crowds, shoving flyers at people passing by.

This particular evening, Zodyl had left the comfort of his room in the base, away from his plans and experiments. It wasn’t unusual for him to travel into the city in search of information. Though tonight he found himself heading down some decrepit stairs into a basement bar. The barkers flyer crunched up in his fist.

He had never been to this one before, but that mattered little. He was only in search of information about the watchmen series. His hood shadowing his face as he pushed through the thick cigarette and cigar smoke coming from inside.

As he crossed through the threshold to the bar, a speaker crackled to life. He continued his way to the bar as a woman passed by him. A lingering fragrance overpowered the harsh smoke in his nose, a scent of wildflowers. As he sat down, his elbows on the wooden bar, he glanced over to the stage where she had stepped up on.

She had long dark messy hair, her bangs swooped and wispy. Her body was soft and plump, but not obnoxiously so. Her breasts and hips were thick, shown from the tight black dress. Her eyes sharp, lips alluring. And then, just as she faced the crowd of the bar, she smiled and brought all attention to her with a simple “Good evening everyone~”

If she couldn’t be anymore distracting, her melodic voice began to sing throughout the room. It was then that Zodyl noticed her vital instrument as she brought it to her lips. It was a radio microphone and it began to glow red as it activated.

“Can I get you somethin’ to drink, pal?” The gruff bartender asked, pulling Zodyl from his thoughts.