Sister Scarlett O'Whora, a true suth'n bell was raised in the Deep South-as fortune would have it, it was of the western variety- as she doesn't do swamps nor thick accents ('cept on special occasions). Miss Scarlett spent her time tidying up her trailer out on the rez dreaming of the day when she would escape the dry dusty air of the southwest. Tired of the effects harsh desert air had on her soft and supple skin - and on the heels of a run-in with a particularly aggressive cowboy (she isn't complaining), she hopped on her Harley (read Vespa) and headed for the land of palm trees, beaches, balmy nights and 150mph blow jobs. While at first the idea of becoming a beach bunny lounging in the sun and drinking mimosas all day did sound appealing, Miss Scarlett soon realized that sand from the dunes was really not the best substrate for her activities. She needed something more out of life... Searching high and low she turned to shady internet characters and hobbies such as knitting, jazzercise and the occasional evening walk through the graveyard with her four-legged children, but to no avail. Alas, Miss Scarlett still unfully fulfilled and missing something, heard the calling to the sisterhood while desperately searching the internet for a new pattern for a poly/acrylic knitted corset - finally she had found her place - and not a moment too soon.