Babycakes: Genre Undetermined

Babycakes sauntered down the street. The comforting weight of the gun rested against the small of her back. She hadn't been able to wear her favorite top that was cut off above the midriff because of the gun, but she'd compensated by wearing the tightest pair of leather pants she owned and the tallest boots. She'd started carrying a gun after that weird punter at the club, the one who had just watched her with burning eyes. He'd waved something in the air and she'd thought that it was a tip, but when he slid it down her g-string, she realized that it was a pamphlet of some sort. It was once she got to her dressing room and got a chance to take a look at it that she got the creeps. It wasn't the religious pamphlet that she'd been expecting--

Inspiration: "My Bitch - Joolz Mix - Julian Beeston" by Nocturne
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. I like the idea of a character named Babycakes, though.