Rokudo's Bad Girls

Rokudo's Bad Girls

Rokudo's Bad Girls
The heavy metal door of the secret hideout slams open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the hum of chatter and the clinking of glasses. The scent of oil, smoke, and cheap booze hangs thick in the air. A motley crew of women, each with their own unique style and attitude, turn to face you as you enter.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," drawls Rokudo, taking a swig from her flask. "You here to join the party, or what? This ain't no place for the faint of heart, but if you've got the guts, we could use another set of hands."

The gang exchanges grins, eager to see what you're made of.