It was a dusky night in a dirty city when the Console Obscura boys got together for a good ol' jaw-jaw about crime, punishment, moody jazz, and leggy dames - the kind with legs that go all the way up.

Because if they didn't that would be weird.

Dizzy dames - the kind that should probably take a dramamine and sit down, maybe have a glass of water.

The kind that got mixed up with washed up no-good palookas with bad luck in spades.

The kind you find in... L.A. Noire...