<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/TouristvilleSitS.jpg)</div><br/>The sky above Club Steam was the colour of television, tuned to a porn channel.<br/><br/>Living in Touristville was a sign that you'd escaped from the brutality and privation of the Redmond Barrens. Sort of. Not by much. Touristville was where emotionally starved wage slaves and jaded executives came to experience "the streets" without actually putting themselves at any risk of violence or enlightenment. Those who lived in Touristville were usually people clawing their way up from abject poverty by offering services to the richer side of society, whether those services were legal or illegal, physical or technical, virtuous or degrading.<br/><br/>Club Steam was one of the many venues that employed such people, and catered to such visitors. Every night, the DJ would turn up the music, lasers would flash through the mist-laden air, and bodies would writhe and gyrate on the dance floor. Around the club, there were six cages where star dancers would strut their stuff, livening up the mood and inspiring others to dance as well. One girl in particular lit up the area around her in both figurative and literal ways, glowing with a light all her own.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the back streets of Touristville had their own charms. They weren't<em>safe</em>, by any means, but they were safer than the Barrens, and the perfect place to obtain almost any illicit product or service. Guns, drugs and BTLs were traded here on a nightly basis, and flesh could be had much more cheaply than at the parlours in the richer parts of town. Of course, much of that flesh was really chrome and polymer beneath the surface, especially when it came to one girl in particular, who spent the night prowling the streets, looking for a client who was willing to pay plenty of nuyen for the very specific services she could provide.<br/><br/>These were just two lives in the multitude that made up Seattle's throbbing heartbeat, but they are the two that our eye shall follow. What new passions and pitfalls lie in their path tonight?