She doesn't have a name yet, but despite her lack of clothes, she exists in Hunter's Mallworld (a story idea I've been kicking around for a while). Due to the fact that it's always minus 20 degrees (or colder) in her universe, she doesn't feel anything. Nope, nothing. Touch, cold, warmth, a kick in the ass... it's a good thing, as her job involves stripping. She doesn't care tho. Nothing tragic about her life. She's a stripper with a heart of lead. Careful. She'll make off with your wallet, watch, socks and fillings.