My name is Selene Amora. I moonlight as a dancer at a shitty night club with dim lights and cheap beer, which is just outside the Hathian city limits. The dimness of the club hides the scars of my wounded past, while the warm buzz of whiskey helps me get through my day while various narcotics settle me into the night.

I'm a product of the system... Mom is a whore and a junkie. I never met my sperm donor father, which never mattered to me anyway. I was raped and knocked up at 15 and gave the little bastard up at the local PD right after birth. I'm 25 now and he's the states problem - not mine. I have enough shit to deal with living in Hathian. The fuckin' cops never found my rapist. Hell, it's probably one of them, which wouldn't surprise me in this corrupted town.

I haven't lived in Hathian all my life, just parts of it. I was born here and left just after the birth of my son. I'm a recent resident again, thanks to my prick fiance who was sleeping with my mother. I caught them fucking in my bed one night and I snapped - I had wondered where the various cum stains were coming from. They threw my ass to the curb with just enough money for a bus ticket back to this hell-hole and a couple of night's stay in the luxurious upstairs room of Lou's bar.

My ex was also my business partner - we owned several successful clubs and brothels in the wealthy suburban outside of Hathian. I thought I had it all - respect, clientelle... money. I obviously have none of that now that I have been dumped back into the depths of crime-ridden Hathian. It's a matter of survival. So, now I'm trying to make a change for myself - get out of the club business once and for all and make a home of this place... A new life and hopefully a new career.

Now that you know a little bit about my past, the last thing I need it for you to feel bad for me or rub salt in my wounds... Just pour a little bit of that salt on my hand, give me a lime wedge and pass over a shot of tequila... Maybe if I had a good night at the club, I'd buy you one too.