Mondo

Mondo. A big city. Run by the Demos crime family. Law enforcement and politicians act like puppets for Don Demos.

The city is made of clay and dirt. Hamlets. Poor lower class workers. Bazaars. Spices, herbs, foreign meats are sold here. Merchants thrive. Grand limestone buildings and monoliths for the wealthy.

Mondo was an oasis surrounded by a burning desert.

Francesca was stuck in Bernill. A suburb near the outskirts of Mondo. Damn father. Sending her to work. She didn’t want to run the sex trade.

She sat in the ornate carriage taken by a camel and rider. She peered through the silk curtain. Ugly common folk. Dirty corners. How could he do this to her?!

The camel stopped. She opened the curtain and stepped out. Dust on her shoes. Irked her.

The Bernill Brothel in front of her. A large dark building. The smell of incense and myrrh.