Vanderlynd Women’s University sat right in the middle of Aldmeri lane and 3rd street. It was a small private school which employed around forty professors, and had nearly a thousand students enrolled. It was the third week of the fall semester, and a chilling breeze had fallen on the school, leaving the trees bare and the skies overcast.

At six thirty on a Friday Evening in downtown Nexus city, before the sun had truly set, a blue haired girl stumbled down the hallway of the fourth floor of the Aldmeri lane apartment complex. In her right hand she held a half empty bottle of
Cabernet Sauvignon she had been nursing throughout the day; attached to her left arm was the predictable blond bar bimbo that one would imagine her with, and her left hand was facing palm forward in the blond’s back pocket. As they nea

    
From night club to night club, dusty old bar to stripclub, in every red light district and place in which the heart of the night life beats in Nexus city, there’s a name. You won’t find it on billboards or up in neon lights, instead you may find it written in cherry red lipstick on the back of a discarded napkins, carved into the side bathroom stalls, and whispered in hushed tones by those lucky few who have seen her and lived to tell: Moniqua