Amongst all the grey and dusty buildings, dark smoke billowed out from every corner- from chimneys, from cigarettes, from sewers. The fake, city lights were blinding and the eternal sounds of traffic smothered the air. The buzz of conversations flew like swarms of buzzards in her ears and for the thousandth time that day, Amy Rose cursed her ancestors for bringing her here. Here to Panamion. (Made up. Any connection to an actual place is purely by accident or chance.)

The moment she had stepped onto the plane, she had known that her life was descending. Well, her life actually started its descent when her parents went bankrupt and had to sell their luxurious mansion and everything in it, but that wasn't the point. Thanks a lot, mommy dear. Great job, daddy-o. You two are just so wonderful!

"Hey you! Get back in here!" a gruff, gray echidna yelled, slamming open the back door of yet another disgusting shop. "No slackin'!"

Amy rolled her eyes.

The old echidna continued to yell at her. "I didn't pay for no idiot Mobi'n to slack around! Don't forget why you're here, girl!"

Oh, yes. How could she forget that her parents sold their only daughter to some sleazy shop in some weird place called Panamion. And what was it with that name?! Who in their right mind would name a place Panamion?!

Amy Rose rolled her eyes and trudged back inside with the old fart whamming the door closed behind her.

"Who asked for me this time?" Amy grumbled.

"Mr. Ford. Again. Dun't ya dare try another une of yer schemes again." The old fart coughed. "Honestly. With yer attitude, it's a miricle that you still git coustumers! Guess I shouldnst complain though. Yer still worth puttin' in the front line."

"Unfortunately." Amy growled.

She couldn't believe that she still got customers. And some were even regulars! Ever since she got here, she had done her best to bite, scratch, and cause the mother of all mayhem each time she had a customer. On her first day, she had poured hot soup in some guy's brand-name suit while chocking his friend. On her third day, when a guy tried to kiss her, she knocked him out cold with a silver platter. Two days after that, she personally turned an elite man into a feathered pretzel. And so on and so forth.

But nothing was working.

'What the heck is wrong with these freaks?! Do they have some sort of fetish for pink fur?' Amy thought angrily. 'Maybe I should get it dyed or something.'

The two entered into the bar area where many booths and cushioned tables were set up around the floor. The actual bar was placed at the way back of the room with tall stools set all along its outside edges, but they were all unoccupied. Nearly everyone rented a table, after all. At each table, there was one or two men with a group of girls flashing as much of their skin as possible without actually being naked. As they approached Amy's assigned table, the most luxurious one set right in the middle, she sent out yet another curse to her parents. Mr. Ford, a well-dressed mongoose, was already seated with three other ladies surrounding him. Amy grimaced at the horrid sight.

Mr. Ford saw Amy coming and let his eyes roam up and down her form. As usual, Amy became conscious of her not-so-appropriate attire- a beaded short dress that was zipped up in the front without a back. Surprisingly, it was one of the outfits that covered her up the most. Thank goodness! But that didn't mean she was comfortable wearing it.

"Here ya are, Mr. Ford. As ya reqrested. Rose." the old fart said pleasantly as he practically shoved her into Mr. Ford's lap.

The two girls who were sitting closest to Mr. Ford glared at Amy for taking their customer's attention.

She glared right back.

Then her eyes met the third girl, an albino bat wearing a sparkly bikini- Rouge, her only friend in the entire world.

"You okay?" Rouge mouthed.

Amy rolled her eyes and mouthed "Fine."

And she was. Fine that is. Just as soon as she gets rid of this one, she would be fine.

Mr. Ford continued to stare at Amy's body and Amy swore she saw a bit of drool on his chin. Disgusting. Revolting. Hate him. Unfortunately for her, the two girls fighting for his attention left no room for her to move away from his grasps. Fully understanding that if she got into trouble one more time she would be sent out into the streets to starve for one whole week, Amy tried to calm herself down. This place was better than the streets where she wouldn't see Rouge or be given food. She started counting down from ten.

10...

The other two girls pushed at her from both sides, suffocating Amy even more.

9...

Mr. Ford was no longer content with just looking. His hands began to brush up and down her thighs.

...8

As Rouge watched, her pink hedgehog friend's teeth bared themselves, a growl erupting from her throat.

...7...

Mr. Ford's hands rested lightly on Amy's stomach and his face buried itself into her quills.

...6...5...4...

'Just calm down, Amy.' she told herself. 'Leave the pig alone...Leave the freaking pig alone...'

...3...2... screw this.

Amy shoved the two females beside her out of the way as she jumped up out of Mr. Ford's lap, picked up a table like Wonderwoman, and slammed it on top of the mongoose's head. Mr. Ford crumbled to the floor as a couple of girls nearby let out a surprised scream.

The entire bar became silent.

Then one voice bellowed out in frustrated anger. "AMMMMYYYY!"

Amy didn't flinch. She didn't cry. She just simply threw the table down and walked away. Out of the shop for drunks and pigs. Out into yet a larger world full of drunks and pigs. Without ever looking back, she marched down the streets. Disappearing for one whole week.

Decided to take on another story. I know I haven't been updating any of my other stories so far, but I will be working on them this week. Sorry! Thank you for your patience.

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