If it was possible for this dingy, barely lit, subterranean city to look even seedier, it was definitely successful in that. Even the women looked like trollops, skanky things with clothing half falling off about as bad off as their teeth. Men, stalky, and men, bare boned, were all stalking about with some form of chaotic purpose.
And then a smacking sound was heard, grunting, the smell of sweat...
And soon Fiona would come to see what Jack had come to call 'the ring'.
"Looks like Jack's back in Big Town," Fiona might hear, the gender of the voice indistinguishable.