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Another client gone, another franc lost. Why was it that she could thieve from the pockets of Paris’ men with ease, but when it came to getting the payment for her services she was always left S.O.L.? He was the third one to run this week, and there was no way she would be able to go the owner and explain that she’d neglected to get the money upfront yet again, and after so many scoldings. Forgive her for being excited.
“Get back here, you brute!” Luci stumbled out into the night, teetering on her heels, in hopes of catching the guy before he was lost to the night. No such luck. Her heart thumped against the front of her chest, and with her breath heavy from the effort, she had no energy left to hold back the tears. Thin arms were tossed in the air in defeat, before falling limp at her sides.
Luci turned to enter the club, but before she had the chance she caught sight of the shadowy figure. “Ugh. Great!” she sobbed. There went her chance of letting this unfortunate incident remain a secret. “Please tell me ya’ caught his face.” The words were hardly coherent as she blubbered in the blue light casted from Le Ciel.
