Mandy sucked on a blunt to calm her nerves and slowly exhaled. It was supposed to stave off her cravings. It didn't do much, but it helped ground her.

She glanced resentfully at the drawer of her bedside table. The drawer with the choker, and the mask with the feathered headdress, and the pager. For when the society would meet again. She hated those meetings. She hated feeling like a piece of meat for old, rich people to ogle. But what could she do against so many powerful, influential people?

She took another drag and blew sweet marijuana fumes across the room.