Scene Description:

Charlotte Sartre lounges on the filthy curb, aching for a break from her wandering life and a few grubby quarters, when uptight suit Xander Corvus struts past with that superior sneer. His salty attitude pisses her off, so she leans in and spits a thick, glistening wad straight onto his shiny shoes. That nasty, wet insult explodes into raw, filthy heat, yanking them from the grimy alley straight into his glossy penthouse, where she rails the bourgeois prick senseless and gives "fuck the rich" a whole new, dripping meaning.