Los Angeles, eight o'clock in the evening.
Bangs of gunshots drift in from some direction in the slums, as it often does at night, and once again it's the day when LA's cops race their patrol cars through the streets.
The wide roads of the South District have an old look, Luola stays on the second floor of a similarly dated apartment.
Inside the third rental unit, a woman's dissatisfaction and complaints are echoing.
Luola feels quite disgusted, to be honest, if it wasn't for this woman having some looks, he would have already put on a cold face and rebuked her.
But his remaining patience had worn out after realizing the woman wasn't stopping.
"Greer."
Luola interrupts, his gaze sweeping over the plump and beautiful featured woman before him, suppressing his anger as he says, "I know you don't want to keep working as a lady, you want to act in movies, become a star.
But I hope you consider a very real question, without money, what will you use to pave your way?"
