Hidden Income

[Y'berg]

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Pria walked down the corridors of the Chateau d'Or, Pria couldn't help, but giggle. Before it became the BAF regional headquarters, it served a very (or somewhat, depending who you've asked) different purpose, and truth to be told, Pria frequented it, not only for business.

As she walked down the corridors, the thickening of useless bureocrats signaled Pria that she was coming closer to the seat of power. Pria personally never liked the occupation, although she understood the reasons behind it. Hell, even convinced the city she lived in, to stay. But the fact that they turned this temple of hedonism into a bureocratic fortress left a bitter taste in her mouth. Something the people of the ancient West felt, when civilisation finally caught on to the frontiers, she imagined.

Arriving at the right office, she stopped for a moment, looking at her attire. Trousers, a black tee with some album cover on it, and a rustic leather jacket, that had a naturally dark-red color, thanks to the animal it was made from. She quietly opened the door, slipped in, and closed it. The woman at the desk was busy with some paperwork, and didn't noticed her entry. Pria quietly sat down, before grinning, and finally opening up.

This used to be a whorehouse, y'know.

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