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The irradescant sound of water against porcelain echoed throught the man-made halls. A thick steam crept about, bringing perspiration wherever it arrived. The location was the girl's section of the famous spa, which was established on a cozy little planet in sector 7.
"Will you cut the shit Genre? We need to grab the modu-modulo-uh, er, thingamajig and get the hell out of here!"
Genre is a 23 year old pick pocket-turned mercenary. He stands at 5"8', and has spikey brown hair. the person scolding him is Magician, also a mercenary he stands at 6"2' and has dirty blonde hair.
"Give me a few seocnds would ya? I saw some chick with a really nice necklace walk in here. I'll pawn it and we'll split half the loot" genre says while sporting a grin.
Lifting his hand above his head, and then lowering it down to his waist, genre turns from a young man to an 18 year old lbonde girl. His jet-black attire is now a bath towel. Putting his index finger to his lip, he winks at Magician.
"You're not funny." Magician says, as Genre struts into the bathing area. He then presses his back against the wall near the entrance
"Will you cut the shit Genre? We need to grab the modu-modulo-uh, er, thingamajig and get the hell out of here!"
Genre is a 23 year old pick pocket-turned mercenary. He stands at 5"8', and has spikey brown hair. the person scolding him is Magician, also a mercenary he stands at 6"2' and has dirty blonde hair.
"Give me a few seocnds would ya? I saw some chick with a really nice necklace walk in here. I'll pawn it and we'll split half the loot" genre says while sporting a grin.
Lifting his hand above his head, and then lowering it down to his waist, genre turns from a young man to an 18 year old lbonde girl. His jet-black attire is now a bath towel. Putting his index finger to his lip, he winks at Magician.
"You're not funny." Magician says, as Genre struts into the bathing area. He then presses his back against the wall near the entrance