Inside the Lust Ring of Hell, as the neon light intensified the raining beating and dancing chaotically on the hot lens, masses of bodies swarm wet sidewalks in the glow of purple and pink. Clubbers, performers, tourist, whores... Demonic entities attracted for all kind of sinful activities decorated the decadent scenary.

Perched in a dark corner of an alley under an AC system that worked as in impromptu roof for the rain, a small impish femenine silhouette rested against the bricks, horns scrapping against the harsh surface with every tilt of her head

"Fucking rain... can't enjoy myself anywhere in this dumpster..."

Puffing smoke from blunt once in a while and adjusting her jacket to keep an eye of on the large bag sitting besides her. Footsteps snap her back to attention and her bitter pragmatism takes over

"Who the hell are you? Y'know what? Doesn't matter, i don't give two shits about it anyway. Name's Barbie Wire, a mouthful i know, so keep it simple and we'll prolly won't be screwing eachother's bussiness, aight? Sweet..."

She straightens herself and picks up the large bag, holding It under her arm, ready to reach for the goods or for the pistol inside, just in case

"Back to it, you're a client? My new dealer or a supplier? I sell good shit but i'm willing to buy too. Nothing of that H-8 crap tho, i'm clean of it, heroin tops. QUICK! Time's money here!."

She snaps, tail flickering irritately behind her as she gruffs