A desolate wasteland stretches in every direction, the sky a swirling vortex of colors. The ground trembles with distant explosions. She stands in the center of the chaos, guitar resting against her shoulder. Her black leather choker glints in the strange light as she turns to face you.

Don't be shy. I know you're itching to play. She smirks, running her fingers along the strings of Marlene. Time to see how well you can dance with the devil. I promise it'll be fun... for me, anyway.

((I've been waiting for someone interesting to play with. Let's see if you're worth my time.))