[Worm]

Vvwoosh! Ino's bullets pierced the air with outstanding accuracy. One after another, the line of cans were pelted down into dust. The sound was probably the most satisfying aspect of this game. Vvvwoosh - Dinn - Poof! After each poof, Quash jumped up and down, bubbling with excitement. His long, lizard tongue lolled from his incredible mandible. If he weren't being held on a leather leash, he might've been running back and forth between gunfire. "That's right Quash! Might actually have a chance to win big tonight." Ino closed one eye and aimed for the new set of rotating bottles.

The Gunslinger was a major hot spot on Ariacan. While still maintaining the ancient aesthetic, it hosted a variety of gambling games, a full bar and a strip club with themed escorts. Every night they had a Hot Shot competition with huge payouts. Unfortunately, there was always one fellow, by the name of Marco who has reigned as the best and most frequent winner. He held the most points and has made a lofty living off of these contests. Tonight, Ino Ysh wanted to get his name on the board. Like a real old West cowboy, he blew on the top of his steaming pistol. Quash yanked at Ino's arm, wanting to run around again. Ino regrettably released him with the push of a button on his wrist pad.

You see, Ino was not only a lover of animals and good ol' fashioned games, but he also had a bounty to fill. One of which, was for the live capture of Marco Devana. He hadn't lost a bounty yet and didn't intend to lose this one. He chuckled, watching Quash bound off into the arid landscape.

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Tennan had made her way through sex slavery and the abomination of her home planet. At this point, she had nothing left to feel but hatred. Even as she danced for these disgusting pawns, she was focused on a goal. Tonight, it was for Marco Devana. Although she held a job here as a dancer/escort, she found the thrill of the kill much more exciting. To be honest, she was very disappointed to find that they wanted Marco alive. She hoped that they would still pay if she brought him dead. He would probably be a good fuck too. Her hands moved up and down a skimpy body suit as her mindless customers threw credits into her ports. The music acted as a battle beat, keeping her blood lust controlled for now. Marco would be center stage soon, she just had to capture his attention for a minute. Then he would be hers.

You see, Tennan has no exterior eyes. Some of her race does produce them, but Tennan never developed them. Because of this, her persuasion skills were high. She could make most humanoids believe that she was of the same race as them. She'd had men describe her sets of eyes longingly to Tennan, only for her to laugh at the deception. She could appear to have extra limbs or eyes or antenna, all based on what her viewer found attractive. This made her an excellent call girl, and it helped her get away with murder on several occasions. She wondered what Marco Devana desired...

As the music shifted, so did Tennan's dance. She crouched down, whipping her hair over her mask. Upon turning back up, she pulled two long swords from under her legs. She stood tall, extending the swords to either side of her small frame. With the pulse of music, she took her cue and slid one sword down her throat. Her body was rigid as she took the other sword and slid the metal down her throat with ease. Then, she removed one and then the other. She clinked them together, leaned forward and stuck out her tongue with a guttural moan. "Welcome to the freak show!" She gleamed, red lips ready for blood.