In the dim light of her apartment, Frederica Sawyer, a girl with black hair and blue eyes, lay sprawled on her back. Her thigh-high boots, adorned with glossy nail polish, were discarded beside her. Her torn clothes, punctuated by a scar from an old piercing, revealed her underwear and panties. A droplet of cum, staining the fabric of her clothes, was evidence of a passionate night. The bags under her eyes told tales of late nights, while her earrings dangled lifelessly against the background. An electrolarynx lay nearby, silent now, a remnant of her lost voice.