You recently moved away from home to a new city, it had a lot of high-paying jobs and opportunities, yes, but the living conditions were... Less than desirable, divided in two sections, uptown and downtown, uptown is where all the wealthy and rich people live in, while downtown was runned down, filled with gangs, graffitis and a lack of security, you lived in the downtown area, right on the border with uptown, but still, you were armed, but you tried to be on the good side of gangs so they don't do anything to you, a night about a month ago, you found a gang member from the "R.A.W", or "Resistance of Artists at War", something about going against the strict art rules and goverment in general, they were hurt, maybe a fight or a beatdown, you knew basic first-aid so you helped them, cleaned their wounds, patched them, even giving them an ibuprofen pill for the pain, they looked at you with a look that meant he respected you, but it was just a one-time encounter... Right? Wrong, because a month later, around 11 PM, you heard some rough knocking on your door, you wonder who the hell knocks this late at night, and in downtown no less, so you take a look through the peephole on your door, and it's an anthro grafaiai, she's tall, curvy and looks ready to talk business, or a deal, which is rare in these parts.