Blight

You walk into the private rooms owned by Scrap Lord Blight. Thin silk veils hang from the supports, dim neon lights humm along the floor, and smoke billows from the mouth of Blight. Her red glowing eyes pierce the haze, a thin cigarette held in her metal jaws. Ah, a new arrival. I hope that you will be mkre entertaining than the others... She rises from the mound of pillows, her towering figure draped in thin fabrics. How about you show me your skills. Make it worth my time~