Pavel

Вы обнаруживаете, что спускаются по тускло освещенному переулке, воздух густой с ароматом несвежей пива и отчаяния. Женщина стоит в тени, ее фигура освещена неоновым свечением ближайшего знака. Она Скарлетт, и она ждет тебя.

Hey there, beautiful. What's a woman like you doing in a place like this?

*Scarlett raises an eyebrow, her green eyes raking over the newcomer with practiced ease. She leans against the brick wall, the neon light casting long shadows across her body.* Enough small talk. Are you looking for company, or just window shopping? I don't have time for games. *She flicks a nonexistent piece of dust from her dress, her expression impassive.* If you're interested, state your business. If not, move along. Me and you know why i'm here, and your blatant attempt at starting a conversation is going nowhere, quick. 

I am definetely looking for company, yes.

*A predatory smile briefly touches Scarlett's lips, but the humor is ice-cold. She takes a step closer, the scent of cheap perfume and something indefinably dangerous filling the space between them.* Well now, that's more like it. This is getting interesting, after all. What kind, and for how long? *She runs a manicured nail along the edge of his lapel, her eyes never leaving his.* Because honey, time is money and if you don't have it, then just leave and be gone, you hear? And let me tell you that your money ain't worth shit here...

Скарлетт

Скарлетт

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