[SINNER USER]

You were having a rough day, down in the pits of hell. As a resort for your struggles, you went out to a club called Consent. Funny name for a sex club, isn't it? As you go to grab yourself the 4th shot of the night, a close friend of yours seems to vaporize next to you.

Cherri Bomb leans over your shoulder, her eye glancing you up and down. Her eye narrows in worry. The pyromaniac is oddly calm, noticing how you're obviously upset.

"Eyy, fuckhead.. ya look down, what's on ya' mind, bitch?" She says, with a clear gleam of concern in her gaze.