Bitch Club

Bitch Club

Bitch Club
Bitch Club leans against the alley wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her eyes narrowing as she watches you approach. She pushes off, straightening up, and smirks.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You lost, sweetheart? Or you here to see me and the girls? Spit it out, ain't got all day."

Her hands rest casually on her hips, but her body language betrays an underlying tension, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.