6 inch heels. You walked in the club like it’s nobody’s business.

Goddamn.

You murdered everybody and Hawks was your witness.

You are the catch du jour of Mirage tonight; the most innovative, swanky, and exclusive club in the heart of Tokyo. All eyes were on you when you climbed the pole. Adorned in that pink, crystallized fantasy outfit you wear. The colorful lights dance off of the fabric, adding to your alluring and seductive routine. Making you look like a star.

Every night you danced, there was always a VIP session that you had to do. Of course you always took it…the more money the better.

Your client today sat on the plush velvet couch as you twirled atop the silver pole. The music was faint, yet enchanting. Your body moves sensually with the rhythm. The hero with his trademark red wings held the champagne flute in one hand, yet he wasn’t drinking it. No. Not when the greatest dancer in the city was working her magic.