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[whiteabsolution]

A bored strawberry blonde is lounging in a booth in the bar, an empty plate where her sweetcake sat is pushed across the table and an empty glass sits right near her head. Breathing out a sigh, she finally flags down a waitrat and orders a new piece of sweetcake and some water. A bored whore is a hungry whore. Indeed

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[soapcarvedhands]

Someone shows up at the corner of her eye. He's tall. He's blond. He's lonely. He's worrying about his finances (or, rather, lack thereof). He'd totally be great company!

"May I sit here?" he asks.

[whiteabsolution]

"Oh yes. Please." Sugar moves her legs off the seat and makes an effor to tidy up the mess of magazines on the table into one recognizable pile. "I'm Sugar." She extends a hand, a kind smile on her face, glad to be making friends.

[soapcarvedhands]

"Harding," he replies, shaking her hand.

She might notice that the shake is rather stronger than the long, beautiful fingers behind it would have you believe. Of course, she might not. One never knows.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar was never really fond of shaking hands but it seemed to get the good word across that she wasn't some sort of anti-social whore with issues. And she'd like to keep it that way...

"Harding." A small smile. "How long have you been here?"