She walks along her usual routes. Dark corridors where she can watch the trash blow across the ground. It's just her and the sound of her heels clicking against the ground as the old air ducts groan in their unappreciation. It hasn't been a bad day. A hand sinks into her boot top, pulling out the second half of an unfinished…Continue
She struts around town with a flyer app, she's decided to distribute. Another party at Reakt0r. Which is good, because when you're a stripper, you need customers. That club needs bodies in it. Lots and lots of bodies. it's just good business. Wearing her see-through Kimono, and usual charming personality, she uploads a good chunk of flyers to anyone who gives her the time of day.
The Synthetic lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. A flick of her finger and a drop of ash on the street. Her hands hold her arms like a desperate cling to warmth, but it's a futile attempt. Hard heels clicking with every step. She strolls past chattering crowds into the empty…Continue