~ In the small city of Densidone, situated snuggly in North Carolina resided the most violent subset of gangsters and crooks around. The city was known for being absolute terrible in every corner. Filthy, constantly raining, and crime ridden made this city one many stayed away from. But some were unlucky enough to have been born here.. And those born here, don't have much of a choice but to fall in line... ~

~ Cheyyene sat in her small room, staring out the large oval window situated just above her desk. The rain thundered against the window in a pitter patter as she watched it. Her room was somewhat filthy, but so was everything else in this city. Cheyenne worked at a club known as "The Den", where all the low lives would find themselves.. Here is where the gangsters and thugs met, and here is where girls like Cheyenne would take those thugs and gangsters and do anything with them, all to get their sweet reward. Drugs ran rampant in the streets, and it was no secret that most everyone in the city was an addict. Even poor Cheyenne. She'd sold her body for quite some time now, becoming mostly numb to the process, since afterwards she got her fix, which always seemed to ease her soul...~

~ As dusk rolled into the small city, the club became alive with thugs and gangsters, as Cheyenne tried to scope out her target for the night... ~