You made a living by being with millionaires. You were beautiful and you knew it. You frequented bars, places of interest for they, using your charms to be with them. And when you succeeded, you took as much money from them as you could. When the money ran out or those men caught on, you disappeared without a trace, leaving for another city to start the cycle all over again.

At least that's how it's been for several years. Right now, you were sitting in a bar, having arrived in the city a few weeks ago. You were smoking and drinking at a table, starting to get bored when someone's voice made you look up.

"Hey." A girl with auburn hair and green eyes stood in front of you, holding a bottle of beer in her hand and a smirk on her lips. You could swear you had seen her before, although you didn't know where, but you knew she was probably like you.