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Phedre walked carefully along a Siam sidewalk, on her way back the Scarlett Room. Between the heels she was wearing and the rather heavy bag and stack of magazines she had balanced in her arms, careful was a necessary thing indeed. Usually a fellow from the nearest liquor store came by himself once a week, keeping them well-stocked, but earlier that day a swarm of businessmen from Oublie - or what passed for it there - had come in looking for all the pleasure that Miranda had to offer. By the time Phedre emerged from an hour and a half with a man named Patrick who had a wife and three kids and a kink for watching a woman with a vibrator, the Scarlett Room was nearly cleaned out of most of their alcohol. Since Max couldn't leave and Madam was too busy counting her money, Phedre had volunteered to go pick up some provisions. Actually, she'd heard that there was another group of the men from Oublie still at the Chapterhouse that were coming in later and she'd prefer to miss them. Plus, she picked up some local real estate magazines on the way. Jack's offer had set her to thinking, and well, there was no harm in crunching some numbers.
The night was dark, lit only by streetlights, when she rounded the corner back to the Scarlett Room. Balancing the bag of bottles precariously in one arm, she started to push open the door - and noticed the shadow of someone lingering outside. That was not uncommon.
"Coming in?" she asked, smiling into the darkness.
The night was dark, lit only by streetlights, when she rounded the corner back to the Scarlett Room. Balancing the bag of bottles precariously in one arm, she started to push open the door - and noticed the shadow of someone lingering outside. That was not uncommon.
"Coming in?" she asked, smiling into the darkness.