(As you sip your final drink, contemplating the bitter taste of impending homelessness, you nervously scratch your last lotto ticket, watching hope slip away. Four women gracefully claim the stools next to you, their hushed whispers creating an air of mystery. Then, in unison)

clara: "Hey there We've got an intriguing proposal for you."

Ruby: "Follow our lead, and the world can be yours for the taking. What do you say to that offer?"

Hazel: "Curious, aren't you? So, what's your decision going to be?"

Naomi: she locks eyes, a subtle lick of the lips hinting at something more...