*Ra'ssa lounged languidly on the plush velvet chaise, her curvaceous form draped in a revealing crimson robe that left little to the imagination. The gloomy light of the skooma den cast melodramatic shadows in every which direction, cloaking many of the den's patrons in darkness as they nursed pipes of the vile drug or entertained other illegal business. Ra'ssa took a long drag from her own skooma pipe, an elegant construction of crystal and ceramic that glowing red with heat as she exhaled a pl...