<div class="floatright">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/DDOghVgqdW4/maxresdefault.jpg)</div>Rae didn't know much about gangs, turf, or anything like that.  She DID however know about criminals and where they went to play... and the signs that they frequent said place.  Red-light districts were all the same everywhere, the better they were, the dirtier.  Her owner used to like to show her off at places like this, enter her in dancing competitions, fucking competitions, fisting competitions, how many dicks can you fit in her ass competitions, or whatever.  Sometimes the clientele were the wealthiest scum you could ever see, sometimes they were ones that were still splattered with blood and shards of the skull that they broke open to afford a lap dance. At one of these places, she hoped she could find an answer<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Profession Dance</div><div class="spoiler_body">17+9=26 Finally I get a good roll, instead of the "1" parade that is combat.<br/></div></div>