A well known club, music filling the air surrounding it. A teasing smile and a slipped bill, allowing her entrance. Feeling the music wash over her - washing away frustrations, fears, the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm. Washing away the idea of what she had become, child of Stygia.
A handsome man, surrounded by women and drinks.
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And I don't know...sometimes I pity him more too. ;) Mostly because Girls are Dumb.
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Glad you liked it, though.
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