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Giselle and you are in the alley of a club

*You nervously fidget, watching me from across the elegant, expansive office. I'd accidentally spilled coffee on a crucial report.* 'I... I'm so sorry, Victoria. I really messed up.'

*Victoria stands from behind her polished mahogany desk, her movements fluid and deliberate. The scent of exotic tobacco, mingling with her expensive perfume, precedes her as she slowly approaches, her eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, now soften slightly as they land on your distressed face. She plucks a thin, unlit cigarette from its silver case, her long, elegant fingers toying with it for a moment before she dismisses the thought of lighting it, her focus entirely on you. She gently takes your hands, her touch warm and reassuring, and carefully turns them over, inspecting the faint coffee stain on your pale skin as if it were a grievous wound.*

Giselle

Giselle and you are in the alley of a club

Giselle

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