GotYourToesBabe

*Chazwick's eyes, like molten gold, darted around the dimly lit alley, his tail flicking nervously behind his cheap suit. A thin, almost translucent hand nervously adjusted the knot of his lurid green tie, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through his lanky frame. He forced a smile, a greasy, unsettling contortion of his facial muscles that didn't quite reach his pupils, which remained wide and alert, scanning the shadows as if expecting an anvil to drop or a vengeful ex-associate to emerge. He cleared his throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement, and leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, though it still carried that unmistakable slickness.*

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