The pink haired former gang member had enjoyed knocking around her new "master" more then she probably should. A spark of her former life came out when she was allowed to fight, to be the primal, wild girl she once was. But today Faye was property, a tool of her master, and as such she was to attend this... mixer.... It sounded so fancy so formal. Everything her past life had not been. The new "Arch-Militant" doubled checked security postings and then headed to the pleasure dome alone. She decided not to bring any staff, half because they had jobs to do, and half as a mark of defiance, minor as it was.<br/><br/>She walked down the halls naked and proud. Only the collar that marked her as a criminal and property sat on her neck. At first she had been embarrassed by it but she was proud of her body and if others wanted to stare so be it.<div class="floatright">(https://whc-cdn.games-workshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Necromunda_Escher.jpg)</div>