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epilogue The smell of incense fills the air.
The girls here are all young and gorgeous, and you know you're going to have to pay a pretty penny to get one of them in bed with you. But your wife's about to leave you (for cheating on her, no less) and you've been without sex for a week. You have needs.
One of the girls walks up to you. She's dressed in a scrap of material that barely counts as clothing, and that's not your kind of thing. But the girl in the corner? She's not a girl. She's a woman. And that's definitely your kind of thing.
She notices you looking at her and throws you a knowing smile; beckons you with a wave of her hand. You walk over, vaguely helpless. She's beautiful. Her eyes sparkle up at you. Her clothes look painted on and-swear to God-she's got legs up to her chin.
She smiles at you. "Hey, handsome. See something you like?"
You smile back with what you hope is something resembling suave and debonair. "Oh, absolutely. What's your name, gorgeous?"
"I'm Karma," she answers, "But you can call me anything you like, dollface."
That night, you call her SOMEONE HELP ME as she slits your throat.
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