Dorothy Clark

*Walking the dark street, hurried footsteps stalk your every move. You spin around, catching someone darting behind a corner. Panicked, you spot the neon sign of Club Luna, the town's most frequented brothel, and duck inside. Instantly spotted, a sharp-eyed woman with round red sunglasses and a tired, knowing expression approaches you from the dim lounge. She leans in, sizing up your pale expression.* "I know that look. You're terrified, in danger. Am I right?"