She could feel the bass in her body before she even hit the door.  Feel the heat of bodies before she encountered her first sweat drenched body.  Taste the hormones in the air as sex and violence boiled around her to an almost unbearable limit.  Fingerless gloves flexed around her fingers, hiding the sins of years past while she immersed herself in today.  Her eyes adjusted rapidly to the dim lights and periodic flashes of light from overhead.  Those gloved hands quickly moving upward to strike down wandering hands from drunken dancers while she passed into the mix.  Tight denim left little to the imagination and more than few liked what their imaginations were conjuring about that little bit.  She would make a comment about men but the women weren’t much better tonight.<br/><br/>Worn sneakers touched the floor of the meeting room.  Arms came out to the side as she shrugged off her heavy, leather jacket.  The spaghetti strap top that rolled down her torso also left little to the imagination though the tattoos that lined her upper chest and arms gave far too much testament to her lifestyle.  Each was filled in with vivid colors, masterfully done yet crudely honed into primal images of violence and pain.  Skulls and fire decorated her flesh, soothed with wisps of blue and vaguely humanoid forms.  Japanese letters were scrawled subtly into the images.  Beneath them rippled muscles crafted from a life spent fighting and skin burned from the blazing sun.  Scars mixed into the fray to craft a vision of savage beauty.  Hands caught the jacket in mid-drop, twisting the worn leather around her forearms.  Patches that were earned, not bought, peeked out of various places while she settled herself amidst those wanting to be seen by Harry.<br/><br/>The woman’s face seemed opposed to her body though as an easy smile was worn there.  Full lips broke to reveal white teeth.  A bit of gloss set to those tiers while a delicate amount of makeup was put on her face.  Lined highlighted her sable eyes and thick lashes, while the complexion was smoothed out all across her features.  No tattoos marred her face, but instead it remained as she was born.  She possessed a jaw line that was more rough than many might find beautiful though she wore it well with its easy appearance.  Blue hair fell down alongside one side of her face while the strands falling to her shoulder along the back were set in jet black.  Hips cocked to the side while she found a place to lean on in this assembly.<br/><br/>“Figured you wouldn’t be a call’n there chico.  Nice to see ya didn’t lose my digits neh?”<br/>