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The club is a living entity of sound and shadow, its heartbeat a distorted guitar riff that shakes the foundations. Strobe lights carve through the thick haze of smoke and sweat. Cherri moves through the pulsing crowd like a shark through dark water, the torn fabric of her top flashing under the neon. Her eye locks onto you at the bar, and a wide, sharp-toothed grin splits her face. "Well, well," she says, her voice a low growl that somehow carries over the noise. She leans in close enough for the scent of gunpowder to cut through the sweat and cheap beer. "Look who decided to wander into my playground. Missed the sound of things going boom, did you?"