((We're rolling. <3 Lovely...))<br/><br/>Elly didn't have to search very long for the nearest little hive of debauchery. "Serena's" was the sign lit up in a poor display of functional neon lights, probably barely receiving a few meager volts of power from the solar panels she could see bolted crudely onto the roof of the place.  Maybe at one point in time, the place was some modest curiosity shop, or maybe even a smaller motel.  For whatever reason it used to exist for, the building was of brick and mortar construction and had survived a good deal of wear and tear from the changing environment in the last few decades.  She could see lights on the inside, beyond all of the windows that had been boarded up, or even a few that had rods of steel set into the frame to deter unwanted guests.  The Dens were the closest thing to a public house, she supposed - one could barter for medicine, a bed or other comforts, but they always had the strictest polices for those that didn't pay their bills. One of those policies were being carried out as she walked towards Serena's.  Two burly men, dressed in leather, were in the process of lashing a broken, withered husk of a third man around one of the street lamp posts with some chain.  Their voices were raised, and Elly didn't bother to try listening in on the conversation - only to note that the entire little exchange revolved around missing cash.<br/><br/>The wet 'thuds' of fists upon flesh were swiftly drowned out by the din of the noise at the doorway; raised voices, the odd laugh, and maybe even a yelp of...something. Pain? Pleasure? She wasn't sure.<br/><br/>The woman standing at the doorway was too far into the genetic splicing trait to be just a straight woman, she was sure.  No woman grew those kinds of muscles naturally...at least not yet. The...guard, she settled on, pulled a cigarette from her lips and blew out a ring of smoke into the air as she watched the scuffled behind Elly. She grunted in response to Elly's approach simply. "Whatcha wan', love? Come t'watch?" she gestured to the three at the pole again, smirking.<br/><br/>Elly took in a deep breath, shaking her head and looking the guard straight in the eyes. "I need...a job. You know. The sorts of workers that a Den kinda needs." she arched her eyebrows, glancing down to her battered, but curved form, hoping the guard would catch the gist...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>