"It was a night like any other - just me and a bottle of scotch to keep me company. The only company I'd had in a long time, on cold wretched nights like this. As I swirled it around my glass, giving myself false reasons to go on - there was a knock at the door. That's when she walked in, dressed to the nines. A tall walking black cat; a velvet hurricane. Eyes like sapphire, and hair like a crimson flame. Her lips gleaming in blood red, making my own blood run hot and cold at the same time. As she stood there pinching a cigarette holder between her leather gloved fingers, I told myself the drink must finally be getting to me. Why would a doll like this come looking for an old boozehound like me…Given the work-over by life in the back alleys of dives and flop houses more times than I care to count. That’s when I realized… This was no ordinary dame. She’d done the dirty with the devil himself, and now she was here for my owned dam-ned soul. The only question was… Was I drunk enough to let her take it."