In the village cantina where she used to hang out, Melody would remember the times when she'd sit in the shade and for the exchange of a meal or a drink listen patiently to the braggadocio schemes of swarthy men in baggy shorts. Though it would pain her to do so, Melody would smile and sometimes suck an occasional cock, wishing she could leave all this personal ignominy behind her. But no such luck. Like many girls gone before, Melody truly believed that she could leave this life of moral turpitude and full body pat downs merely by fucking her way to the top. But where Melody lived, the top was very low on the social ladder. To her credit, though, Melody could fuck with fresh, peasant energy and was soon discovered by a porno talent scout. While she makes a lot of money now, the social element Melody has physical congress with, sad to say, remains the same. On a bright note, however, she finds the LA penal system a lot easier to deal with than back home.