With a name like Betty Venom, the Castleton Cabaret club had no trouble finding clients for its top performer. Betty stood a lean six foot one, long black hair, and had a smile so sharp it could skin the stripes off a snake.

The trouble with the Castleton Cabernet club wasn’t with gaining customers. It was with retaining them. Many wide eyed suburban John Does found themselves under the spell of a much tougher creature than they believed possible. The litany of lipstick paired abrasions were hard to explain to the Jane’s back at home.