Outskirts.
Muddy roadsides flanked by buildings of various styles, seemingly constructed without permits, each standing out under the glow of neon lights and fluorite lamp tubes used as signs. A thorough mess of scattered discarded newspapers and advertisement signs contributed to the apocalyptic wasteland vista.
Shadi's girlfriend was the bar owner of Squad Four, but the business was hardly thriving due to it being a sober bar without the appeal of bunny girls dancing.
"Are you not going to look for those other vixens?"
Flicking her hair, the bar owner appeared more genteel and tender in comparison to the tawny-skinned adventurer. With her svelte figure and considerable bust, coupled with her neat shoulder-length black hair and captivating bright eyes, she exuded charm.
Her voice, cold and indifferent, showed that she did not take to Shadi and had already decided to cut ties with the scumbag.
