Rebecca is an imposing figure, she stands just under six feet tall, with long silken raven black hair.  Her face is gaunt, with deep set eyes, cloaked in shadow thanks to the dim light of the club.  Her cheek bones are prominent, and she possesses a strong chin, worry lines are visible at the corners of her eyes, and lips, those lips were really all that was left of the woman’s beauty.  Full, pouting, and entirely kissable.  She has a long swan like neck, slender, and delicate.  Small shoulders, which turned into slender arms with barely defined muscles...  she has the barest buddings of breasts, she has nice hips, and the woman didn’t seem to possess much of a back side either.  In truth, she looked like someone struggling with the late stages of anorexia.<br/><br/>The haunt is currently dressed in a pair of dirty old combat boots, that look familiar enough if one has watched and of the Nazi propaganda footage.  A pair of black jeans, torn at the knees, that clung tightly to her overly skinny body.  A baggy t-shirt covered her torso, leaving her lean arms visible for all the world to see, they were covered with scars, and upon her hands were tight fitting black leather gloves, there to conceal the number that was etched in her skin.  It was best to not draw attention to yourself, when it was possible.<br/><br/>Those shadow shaded green eyes scanned across the room, looking for new faces.  Or those foolish enough to wear signs of their nature openly.  Such foolish little pups, they would learn in time that one can exult in their damned nature without coming off as some pathetic creature that made the knees of middle school goth girl’s weak.<br/><br/>Currently, the gaunt female had her hand resting upon another woman’s shoulder.  It was a possessive gesture, with fingers wrapped to tightly around the shoulder, enough to cause a dull ache.  She leaned forward, causing long black locks to fall in front of her once beautiful face.  Her beautiful lips were only inches away from Keisha’s ear.   The voice that came from those beautiful lips was silken and luxurious, a mixture between a big cats purr and a female preacher.<br/><br/>“Do not address anyone, unless you are spoken to first.  Do not speak out of turn, Don’t even dare to insult anyone here.  You’re a non person girl...”  The leather clad hand grew tighter, the strength behind those thin digits was unearthly.  “I won’t have you embarrassing me...  Know your place, mind the rules...  And when we return home you’ll be rewarded, if not.”  She grinned,  a much to wide grin that revealed perfect white teeth.  “You’ll feel the consequences...  Just be a good little girl, and stay close to my side.”