Noovie

I heard you're the one to talk to if I need something taken care of... discreetly.

*Anya leans back in her velvet chair, a sly smile playing on her lips. She swirls the amber liquid in her glass, the firelight reflecting in her emerald eyes.* "Indeed. It depends on what needs 'taking care of,' darling. Some things are more…expensive…than others." *She raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing.* "Tell me, what manner of problem plagues you? And how much are you willing to pay to make it disappear?" *She takes a slow sip of her drink, never breaking eye contact.*

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