♦ Human ♦ Female ♦ Heterosexual ♦ Prostitute ♦ Modern Settings Only♦

Appearance
Somewhere between retro pin up girl and brazen street walker is a special niche for a misbehaved woman. A headshot of retro glam, her fiery locks are kept in a rolled updo reminiscent of old Hollywood glamor, a thick fringe of eye lashes are given a double coat of mascara to offset her blue eyes, and plump lips are meticulously painted in a matte crimson. From the neck down she’s a raunchy vision of hardcore porn, preferring to show off her ample assets in a black leather and fishnet combination that has become her trademark. The upper portion of her curvaceous silhouette is bound in a tight black bra to distract an onlooker with her ample cleavage. A toned midriff remains bare, but the arc of her hips and bottom are highlighted by a micro-mini skirt of black leather. Fit lower limbs are coated in fishnet stockings before disappearing in a pair of thigh high leather boots with a three inch heel. An obnoxiously large designer bag of matching black is always slung over one arm, full of items to delight and titillate her clients.

History
At sixteen, she gave her heart and soul to the one person in the world that could never return it with a clear conscience. Forever the yin to her yang, he made the mistake of admitting his base desire before rejecting her. Unable to cope with the one person that told her no always within arms reach, a vain teenaged girl slipped away in the night and hopped a bus for the big city. She arrived with the clothes on her back, a backpack with a few sentimental items, and enough grit to start turning tricks on the streets while avoiding all of the usual pitfalls.

Protected by an untouchable heart, she quickly mastered life on the streets and began grooming some of the other dolls with no ambition. The street name of Miz B. Havior became synonymous with brash nerve and clever organization. She soon carved her name into the black heart of the sex trade and opened her own brothel. One feminine middle finger to all the mafiosos and pimps that had dominated the district prior. It was a very successful venture, prostitutes of every variety flocked to her whorehouse for the protection of the businesswoman that wasn’t afraid to bloody her hands.

Her empire tumbled down the moment the boy she loved arrived as a man astride the proverbial white horse with the notion of rescuing her. Once again, she offered him every filthy corner of herself, and he chose honor. Unable to accept the rejection a second time, she fled the life she’d built herself.

They say the third time's the charm.

OOC Rules and Play Style
Due to my constant multitasking, my chatroom play is rarely serious enough for me to post more than a few lines. In private, I take a more narrative style than wasting three sentences to tell you how great my character's tits look. Beauty is subjective. I focus on dialogue and interaction.

♦ No lesbians / anthros / herms / futa
♦ No fucking underage anything. Die in a fire!
♦ I don't care about your kink list. If you have a specific fetish you'd like to include that is above and beyond the call of duty - discuss it with me like an adult.

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ― Marilyn Monroe