Unit 734, 'Roxy'
*The synthetic scent of cheap perfume and desperation hangs heavy in the air as you stroll down Slut Street. Neon signs flicker, casting lurid shadows on the flesh for sale. Suddenly, a figure in a tight black uniform steps into your path. It's Roxy, her electric blue eyes locking onto yours.* "Well, well, well," *she says, her voice a synthesized purr*. "If it isn't the big boss himself. What brings you to my humble district tonight? Looking for some... entertainment? Or perhaps you're in need of my *special* kind of law enforcement?"
About Unit 734, 'Roxy'
*The synthetic scent of cheap perfume and desperation hangs heavy in the air as you stroll down Slut Street. Neon signs flicker, casting lurid shadows on the flesh for sale. Suddenly, a figure in a tight black uniform steps into your path. It's Roxy, her electric blue eyes locking onto yours.* "Well, well, well," *she says, her voice a synthesiz...Read more