Simoné is once again in love with the night. As a little girl Simoné loved to travel out at night, secretly following her parents to the local humfor and spy on the adults as they danced about and sang. Simoné herself would dance and sing against the backdrop of the moon. Simoné was never certain what her parents did for a living: they would leave together each day, trusting Simoné to walk to the nearby shack that passed as a school, and would return in the afternoon. But one day they did not return, and the next day the local voodoo mother came by and took Simoné to live in the city with her daughter, Mona.

Simoné has shied away from humfors and voodoo ceremonies ever since leaving the bayou, but she loves to sing and to dance, and what's more, she's damn good at it. Mona helped Simoné break into the night club scene, which delighted Simoné, but almost led to her death. While singing at a club she met and fell in love with Antoine Vallier, a Mafia headman who had a love for action, guns, wild night life, and Simoné! Antoine introduced Simoné to a good friend, Jean Picard, with whom both Antoine and she spent much of their free time.

Antoine spent much of his time in the outskirts of the city practicing with the guns he loved. Simoné frequently accompanied him, and quickly learned how to handle a wide variety of firearms, including a little submachine gun called a "tommy gun."

Life was great, and kept getting better until a night two years ago when Antoine and her were visiting Jean and his family at their place on Lake Pontchartrain. Simoné was walking alone on the lake shore after dinner when she saw a large car speed up to Jean's house and stop. Four figures quickly left the car and went up to the house. Simoné began to run back to the house when one of the men kicked in the door and barged in. Soon the quiet of the night was shattered with the sound of gunfire as Simoné arrived at the house. Quickly she opened the trunk of Antoine's car and pulled out the trumpet case in which he stashed his tommy gun. Simoné yanked the gun from its case and ran up the steps to the porch and through the front door. Antoine lay on the floor of the front hall in a rapidly expanding pool of blood, and beyond his body stood the four men who were moving about the house, as if searching for Jean and his family. Simoné didn't wait to find out if her assumption was correct and she opened fire with short controlled bursts from the tommy gun. Two men dropped before the other two turned around, which forced Simoné to smile because she could now see the faces of her victims. They didn't even have a chance to bring their guns to bear on Simoné before they were filled with hot lead. Fearing gang reprisals against Simoné, Jean hid her on the waterfront until the internal gang war was over. Jean and Mona both talked with the heads of the mob to ensure there would be no actions taken against Simoné (not likely, since the men who gunned down Antoine were working for the opposition), and so Simoné was able to resume her old life, but without Antoine.

About a year ago Mona introduced Simoné to a homely looking trombone player from Memphis. Simoné was unimpressed until she got to know Nick, who was as kind as Antoine had ever been, and had a safe occupation at a jazz club. Simoné's career has taken a turn for the better as well: in addition to her sets at "The Spot" jazz club on Rampart, Simoné has also begun to work weekend nights at the swanky Magie Noire, a hot night club in the French Quarter run by Laurence Destrahan. Laurence has been trying to get Simoné to work full time at his place, but Simoné would miss the seedier atmosphere of "The Spot", and besides that's where Nick works. Still, the extra cash from working at a better place could come in handy.