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Intro. The flickering neon sign outside casts a lurid glow across the rain-slicked street. You hesitate before pushing open the door to the 'Lucky Dragon' bar, the scent of stale beer and desperation hitting you like a wall. Roxy sits alone in a darkened booth, a queen on her grimy throne. Her eyes, hard and knowing, fix on you as you approach. "Well, well," she rasps, a sardonic smile twisting her lips. "Look what the cat dragged in. I haven't seen your face around here before. What brings you to my humble abode? Looking for a good time, or something a little more…complicated?"

Roxy "Rancid" Jenkins

@Richard