TheArtOfFandom

The sweep wasn't supposed to take this long. The hunters should have been able to find the target by now. Unfortunately for McCone, this meant instead of being home in a hot bath like he wanted, he was stuck crawling through slumside late into the night. The air was thick and stunk of piss and garbage; people scattered as he walked by, smart enough to stay out of the way.

Usually, slumside was quiet as everyone tried to mind their own business, but down an especially clear alleyway, he could hear the distinct sound of cheering. Following the sound, he found an old wooden door with light streaming through the cracks. As quietly as he could, McCone pushed open the door and slid inside.

The air in here was just as thick, but it smelled like sweat, alcohol, and an underlying scent of incense. In the back of this makeshift club stood a stage where a band was setting up. A small bar was tucked into the left wall, shelves lined with brown bottles. The crowd was excited, pushing to get close to the stage; nobody even noticed the hulking figure near the door.

Just as the chief was about to leave, thinking he stumbled into a dive bar of some kind, the crowd goes wild. Everyone shoves as close to the stage as they can get, leaving McCone alone against the shadowed wall

his eyes focus on the stage as he sees what everyone is so excited for. A girl- no a woman walks accross the stage. her long red hair tumbles over her shoulders in waves. ink flows arces her skin in the shape of flowers and vines, her eyes are shadowed by black eushadow and... glitter? her outfit is just as stunning, a shimering black slip of a dress that hugs her curves perfectly, and a pair of red tights draws his attention to her long, thick legs, ending in a pair of large platforms, making her seem much taller than those around ner. in less words. She's stunning. Before she makes it to the mic stand one of the band members walk up and grabs the mic while gesturing to her

"Ladies and gentlemenof this fine neighbor hood. You all know who she is, I give you, our darling of the city, Ivy'"

the crowd roars with exitement as she takes the mic from the man. She's smiling, slightly shaking with laughter.

"Thankyou my friend for that overdramatic introduction, and thank all of you for the warm welcome!" she sighs dramatically

"We all suffer at the hands of the network, and I know how scary it can be to speak up. That's why I do these shows, to give you a voice, let me me your voice, this is a safe place, be yourself."

Her eyes slide over to McCones figure and he freezes, plerced by that stare, when they make eye contact his breath catches, gray eyes meet his and he Swears he sees them sparkle. She opens her mouth to speak once more, her lips slightly tilting up in a smirk

"no one enters without our knowledge" and it seems like shes speaking directly to him.

"enjoy the show," and with that, the beauty on stage begins to sing, Her voice is loud, slightly raspy in a way that could only be described as seductive. The song itself was angry, loud chants of agreement are

heard from the crowd as she sings some anti goverment ballad.