Le Bordel des Clefs du Paradis, Bouron Base

[Aftyn]

She pondered over his words, letting the wine cascade over her tongue as she finished the expensive drink; it barely fazed her. "I'll do anything for the family, you know that Marcus. But the Marquis are probably my least favorite customers. Nothing but a bunch of gun thug imb?ciles acting on immaterial ideals. And if the Marquis want a job done, then they must want a person dead but have no means to cause that death...which is why they most likely turned to us."

She let out a long sigh and rapped her finger nails upon the table. "And my life is pretty valuable to many people so I would prefer to keep it. But if the family requires it, it must be done." She rapped her fingers a few more times as she contemplated the proposal. Her thoughtful expression soon turned into a sly grin as she leaned forward, resting her breasts on the table as her eyes narrowed, "And of course I will do anything for the right price. I thought you knew that by now, Marcus."


It was her turn to lean forward, her lips barely grazing against his ear, "So why don't you tell me the details about my little job, cutey." She whispered softly as she give his ear a slow deliberate lick.

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