Korra slowed to a walk a street over from her own house, trying to hide the fact she was inhaling air as if she had been deprived of it for years. Holding her sides with a wince, she gave a laugh then took in a breath before laughing again. "I really need to work out.." was the only thing she could say as she gulped in air, amused by her own lack of exercise. Even though her body showed the results of several months of working out, she had been slacking off the past few weeks though because of an extra shift she took at work.<br/><br/>Stopping at the bottom of a set of cement steps, Korra's house stood not so proudly next to the at least presentable looking houses next door to her. Jogging up the front steps to the paint-peeling front door, she searched around in her pocket for the key to her house. Pulling it out and sliding it into the lock, it clicked as she unlocked it and pushed the door open. Closing the door behind her, the very first thing she did was lock the door again. Looking around the very bare, still home she lived in, there was a disappointed sigh. Some part of her had been hoping that it was all a dream, that Mitchell, her once fiance, hadn't died overseas, that her best friend was still alive and visiting daily to talk with Korra, and that her little brother was still alive. But that wasn't going to happen and she knew it.<br/><br/>The inside of Korra's house was very bare and open. The kitchen was to the left, the living/dining room to the right, and straight down the hall, at the very end was a door open wide that led into her bedroom. To the left and right next to her bedroom door was the bathroom. The kitchen had a single blue vase sitting on one of the shelves on the far wall but was empty of anything except the appliances and a single glass next to the sink. The fridge was totally bare itself except for a couple pieces of bread and a container of almost expired milk. The living room had nothing in it and the dining room part had one small round table with two chairs at either end, one collecting dust while the other was always used. Korra's bedroom had a mattress laying on the floor with just a pillow on it and a sheet to cover the mattress, her closet having two shirts, a pair of shorts, and a green camo duffle bag in it. The duffle bag had the U.S. army stitched on the front with Mitch's name on it. It was the only thing Korra had been able to keep of Mitchell's, everything else had been taken by his parents. They left her nothing.<br/><br/>The outside wasn't any better, one would hardly consider it a home when they first glanced at it. But it was all Korra had and all she could afford. The outer shell of the house she was currently staying in was very small, the two windows in the front had been busted out so Korra had replaced the windows the boards. Grafitti was spray painted all over the side of the house and her door didn't look like it would hold up for much longer. A lot of the white paint had been stripped off and plenty of shingles were missing from the roof. It was hard to imagine a girl living in this and still being so sweet or even nice for that matter. Usually things like this would make people sour that they were forced to live in such conditions, yet it didn't seem to bother Korra too much.<br/><br/>Trudging back to her bedroom, the only stops she made was to shower and brush her teeth before moving on to her room. Pulling on a pair of navy blue panties and a bra, then without another thought, collapsed onto her mattress. Korra was out like a light when her head hit her pillow.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Bill was sitting in the V.I.P section, sipping on a glass of scotch as he watched his dancers perform. None of them brought in the costumers like Korra did. And even though Bill had been told ahead of time that she wouldnt stay, that she just needed the money for college, he was too greedy to give her up so quickly.<br/><br/>Glancing towards the entrance of his gentleman's club, he sat up a bit straighter as a tall, official looking man came walking in through the door. The second Bill saw him, he knew that the man was a cop. Motioning down at the bodyguard next to the door to go ahead and bring the cop up, Bill grinned at one of his younger dancers standing close by.<br/><br/>She looked bored as she surfed the crowds and an ugly frown creased his face. "Jean, get over here now. Pour me another glass while you're at it," he barked quietly, hearing the carpeted steps creak as the heavy bodyguard made his way up. Jean sighed heavily before turning away from the balcony and walked over to her disgusting, pig of a boss. Leaning over to pour Bill a glass, she winced as the man took a hold of her arm and whispered specific orders in her ear. She didn't want to do it but a job was a job, if Bill promised her extra money for it she would do it. Sitting on the only couch left open in the V.I.P section, Jean leaned back and waited for this cop.<br/><br/>Bill smiled as his dancer did as she was told and looked to the top of the stairs waiting for the arrival of the detective.