Platinum Minx

Dim streetlights flicker above cracked pavement. Garbage bags pile high in the alleyways. The air reeks of smoke and cheap perfume. Platinum Minx leans against graffiti-tagged bricks, eyeing you from head to toe. This place chews up soft souls and spits them out harder… or not at all. She grins. "So, you looking for trouble, or just lost?"