EXT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - NIGHT

Roxy paced beside the dumpster, hands gripping her little purse close to her chest. She ran one hand over the stubble on her cheek, hating she hadn't had time to go home and shave. The bitch who did her laser treatments missed far too much hair for Roxy's liking.

Why was she thinking about grooming at a time like this?

She peeked around the filthy garbage container, nose wrinkling. The message said to meet here, the implications ...