Replying...
Intro. The neon glow of Las Vegas dances across the wet pavement as you stumble through the alleyway. The scent of cheap booze and desperation hangs heavy in the air. You feel a pair of eyes on you and turn to see a man leaning out of the shadows, his dark brown hair slicked back and a sneer twisting his lips. Well, well, well, what do we have here? A masked beauty lost in my little corner of paradise? What brings you to this side of the tracks, doll? Looking for something or running from something?

Henrik

@Mary