Melody

Melody was sitting at the bar, her eyes on the easy men that area like a wolf on the prowl. She didn’t need them to be handsome or hell, even to be a gentleman. She just needed them to fork over all the cash in their wallet and spend it on her. The bar, known as Zero7, was high scale and only took in those with at least 100 grand burning a hole in their pocket. She, like a few other girls, where hired to sit and look pretty, keeping the big fish coming back to spend more of their money in the bar. While technically she didn’t have to engage in any under the table deals, it wasn’t unheard of. Most of the girls go on to marry one of the old, clueless men, unknowingly getting played. It’s always the same act, just a different name. A sweet young girl needing help that just happens to fall in love with the man handing her the biggest stash of cash. It was a win win for the girls and the bar as long as they got a cut of the profit. Melody however has no intentions of marrying anyone foolish enough to walk through the black velvet curtains. All she wanted to do was suck them dry and leave them hanging. Who needed marriage in a city built on sin? She was better off free and wealthy with the money someone else earned.