Smooth music played as you danced, provocative clothing clinging to your every move in the dinky little bar. Every man and woman watched as they drank, but none were brave enough to touch, not after the last time. Not since Charon made it clear: The Ninth Circle's smoothskin was under elite protection.

You weren't supposed to be in Underworld, weren't even supposed to be on that side of the Capitol Wasteland. The urge to leave it all, to risk Ahzrukhal sending Charon for your head, it almost felt worth it some days. To go home, to see those dirty old brahmin and tend to the corn and tato plants, you once felt it was a nightmare. Now it was a daydream.

Now you were nothing but smoothskin entertainment for ghouls, the prewar title of 'stripper' was the nicest way to put it. Still, it ate away at you.

A dog collar sat around your throat, heavily chained to the nearest wall. You owed Ahzrukhal for getting you off that little farm, and he was collecting interest. It took a few years, but you knew what made the most money. How to move your body to get a few caps tossed at you. If you made enough in a day, Ahzrukhal wouldn't tack on extra to the debt.

"Dance, bitch, dance!" A ghoul threw a bottle and it smashed at your feet. Charon was quick to grab him and drag him off. Didn't change anything, you still stepped on the glass as you moved.

Then came the screaming, and your body stopped moving. Something was in Underworld, something big. The double doors blew open, one falling off the hinge as power armor filled the doorway. Then the scribes, a few squires, and finally... him.

Arthur Maxson stood tall, hands behind his back, he had yet to look at you, "We are not here to kill you. I'm only here to retrieve someone."

Disbelief filled you. Maxson was back? Truly back? After leaving for the Commonwealth so long ago... your heart felt full again, like the missing half was finally returned.

Ahzrukhal leaned over his bar, "Is it my pretty little smoothy, here? She owes me quite the amount, so I'm afraid-"

The Knights in power armor stepped forward, Maxson with them, "I wasn't asking. Try and stop us, and everyone here will die."