[Introduction] There's no need for red-hot pokers.

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They had been getting on with it, over and over again. The game had been repeated so often that she knew it all by heart, like an actor's set of lines in a play.  Now, it was Garcin's turn to speak - but those words were not his, really, they were hers, stolen. Had he been ever anything else but that, a coward? A thief? Stealing Estelle's attention

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Ines turns, eyes him up and down, and categorizes him in a moment. Cowardly and weak. Well then. Maybe Satan decided to shuffle his deck a little.

"Not you," she replies, blankly. "But while you're here, you might as well find the Valet. It's dreadfully fresh in here."

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"I suppose that depends what new is," she replies. "Don't new people generally ask where the flogging happens, when they get here?"

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Ines just laaaughs. Again, it's silvery and light, and almost a giggle, but not quite. "I think that must be the silliest thing I've ever heard in hell."

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Again, she laughs, silvery and amused. "You think? I think you just haven't found your torturer yet." Hi. I'm Ines. I will be torturing you today.

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"You'd like to think you do," she replies. She takes her sweet time inhaling, then blows a long string of smoke."The truth is, you don't - and you're trying to make yourself feel superior to me."

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"Who I am," she replies, "and what I did. That's enough for me."

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She blows smoke slowly. "Interesting set of two sentences. Are you inviting me to use two pincushions instead of one?"

She's almost amused, though - in a wicked and twisted way.

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She considers following, but the idea that she can explore bears more interest, and she lets him go.

Johnny: ^__^