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            “ I’m famed for my poor choices in all aspects of life, don’t try and steal my thunder honey. ”

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Amber’s lips are eased in a soft smirk as she watches Thalia crawl onto the bed, reaching out to smooth her fingers through her step-daughter’s hair. “It’s okay, baby girl. Come here.” She’s had a bad day, apparently, and Amber’s happy to help her relax. As she nears her, she lifts her shirt and lets her breasts swing free invitingly, gently curling her fingers around the hair at the nape of Thalia’s neck to encourage her to wrap her lips around a nipple. “Push your panties down, baby.” 

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     〖 ☯ 〗-  A pair of carmine eyes gazed up and down curiously as Carolin observed the other. The rogue had gotten good at learning the faces of people who lived around here. After all, it would be a bit dangerous for her to pick the same pocket twice. ❝Hey there, you look new around here.❞ She said, approaching slowly with a soft smile, with any luck she would be able to grab a few loose coins from the other as they spoke

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    Well, it was no surprise that an Actress’ place would be targeted for a low-class job. Notably to nab some goods from the place. That’d be, until a pair of doors would swing open to two of the men who had been part of the heist, now sent flying like they were rag dolls. Slowly sashaying into the room, Twintelle’s ponytails were raised with her ARMS ready to go. The woman would look and ask, “Now, shall we do this the easy way or the stereotypical way?” being both an A-List actress and a fighter: cliches were as common as dust in a normal guy’s car.

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chamber #s in a heart? This was a jeopardy question once

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[incubabe]

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   “Please don’t let me regret this, T.” Opening her desk drawer, Riley placed a key on the table, followed by a tiny token -- might as well have fallen from a charm bracelet. She’d spent a fair amount of time thinking it over -- had to be big enough to notice losing it, but subtle enough that it wouldn’t come off as ostentatious. Moreover...Riley was going to live for quite a while, unless something ended that. She was going to have to develop the ability to trust. Thalia was already in charge of her continued health: it was only right that she have some access to otherwise restricted areas. 

   “Key to my house, amulet that lets you get in without being fried. Only thing I’ve seen brute past it is the boss, and s--,” frown. Slip of the tongue. Rare for Riley, “--and it helped make it.”

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Sat opposite the accomplished writer, Thalia (or as she'd been going by here) Ramona put her phone away and put on a big smile for the older woman. "When I signed on to be your assistant, I thought it'd be a simple nine to five position, Miss Keva." Exclusive dinner dates, wearing the most LUXURIOUS dresses, at the hottest restaurants in the entire city seemed a bit extra, but the girl really wasn't complaining. All she had back at her apartment was old white rice. "What's the plan for tonight?"

“Oh, my positions are never simple, Ramona,” she smiled. “Especially not for girls who catch my eye, and you certainly did in that interview. Of course, I wouldn’t have hired you if you hadn’t also been the best candidate for the position, but this way, I also get the best date,” she smiled, pouring some wine for them.

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