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 Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 9:22 pm
Watching the girl, Trystan pulled his lips back into a slight smile. This girl was simply amusing to watch. She never seemed to want to give away any of what she was thinking, and it made Trystan more curious to figure out exactly why. He smiled fluently, wondering what she was thinking about her situation. To have a bounty on your head was one thing, and slightly scary, give or take. To have a bounty put on your head, and have a Chevalier on your tail was another tale to be told. However, people probably didn't react so easily to being told that the hitman sent after them doesn't "feel like killing them." No matter how relieving that might be, it still means that you're either amazingly lucky, or in the middle of hell. Hoping that the woman would at least play with him a bit more, Trystan felt his gun pulse against his thigh and sighed. He had already shot someone, so he shouldn't be feeling so trigger happy. Even though this girl wasn't the one he necessarily wanted to shoot. Sighing, he decided that later he'd drive to the family shooting range if it came down to it, or simply go out on a bit of a "spree." Drinking in the girls silence, he looked up as she turned her eyes on him, Trystan flashed a dangerous smile, his steel blue eyes dazzling in the strobe lighting.
"Quite a poor owner indeed - I would simply be ashamed."
He returned and watched her judge him with her eyes before reaching forward. She was going for the neck, and if Trystan hadn't noticed that she wasn't trying to strangle him, he would have instantly gone for his gun. Instead, He tilted his head to the side and exposed his neck daringly for her as she loosened and let the tie fall to the floor. He resisted the urge to move a hand to his throat to ensure it was still safely intact but trusted the girl enough not to do anything trippy too soon into the game. "Not into the formal type?" He teased lightly, but followed her instructions, the shirt falling loose against his body as soon as it was undone. The first few and last few buttons were now undone in a stylish fashion, showing a slice of slick stomach, and what women would love to stop and stare at. Hooking his two thumbs into his dress pants, he waited for the other to make a move and smiled lightly. "What now, princess?" He asked daringly, looking at her with dangerous slit steel eyes. He noticed that there were reactions around them - some dancers had stopped at the new eye candy. The Chevaliers lived up to their names in every single way. Even the way they kept their bodies in shape. Refined, but with a hint of daring muscle, as well as tall and lean. Just for kicks, Trystan flickered his eyes up to the surrounding crowd, and let his mouth pull into a smile at the people who gave them a curious eye.
"Baby, if I had never danced at a club before, why would I offer to dance with you?" Trystan smiled in a feral way as he was led onto the dance floor, ignoring the smell of lust and sweat in the air. He didn't mind it - no in fact, he'd been in places much worse then these. Bodies brushed teasingly against his own, and he felt both men and women grabbing at his back and whispers in his ear for a dance. All of which he simply ignored or declined. Whatever lustful side Trystan had was buried under quite a lot of other twisted emotions, and to dig it up would be the end of the world - perhaps. As they found a good spot, he smiled devilishly at her, wondering what she was wondering. To him, this was a simple distraction for fun - to her, it might seem like some sort of devious ploy. "Do you mind?" He asked, as a new song began, swirling around her in a slightly sensual way, leaning in close as the beat began to pick up. "I dont want to overstep my boundaries in dancing with you.. even if you do insist that it can get quite animalistic." He grinned, feeling others brush hips with his, a tasteful hand, a soft caress. However, he was only interested in Dreamer. Looking her straight in the eye as if asking permission to dance, Trystan grinned.
"Shall we put on a show, love?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 5:51 pm
Definitely not into the formal type, and the more she thought about it the more she came to the conclusion that she might just be like a typical human girl; loving dangerous things because of the shroud of unknown that surrounded it. As much as Dreamer didn't like admitting it, danger made her purr like a cat being given attention. " No not at all " Dreamer had cheated, watching him from the corner of her eye. And she quirked her brow, well the Chevalier did indeed live up to expectations; Dreamer uttered a soft " Mmm " Which hopefully hadn't been noticed. The pet names it seemed weren't going to be stopping anytime soon, so she settled into the idea of just simply ignoring them all together. As a few curious eyes poked their noses to watch Trystan, Dreamer narrowed her eyes dangerously at them; no touching. If there was something her parents hadn't taught her it was sharing, and strangely she had no intentions of sharing him with any of the other girls or males in the club. The people eventually got the picture that Trystan was Dreamers for the evening, and considering the look she was giving them they all turned around; they knew after all that Dreamer was the club owner.
The with hum of the music beating in her ears, she'd already started swaying her hips with the beat; she moved quite elegantly through the crowd. With the intense heat, the heavy sent of lust in the air Dreamer wasn't quite sure if she could keep control. The dance floor is the only place she actually truly let loose. The music just loosening her muscles as she danced to the beat, and she loved that lust that trapped it's dancer's on the dance floor. When she remembered Trystan was around he'd gotten a little closer, and Dreamer was already starting to loosen up; he'd better be able to keep up. Getting in closer to him Dreamer pressed her back to him, extending her hands to find his and bring them to where her thighs met her up body. With the beat starting out slow and picking up as the song continued, Dreamer wrapped an arm around his neck lightly while her other hand stayed on one of his own hands. Closing her eyes, her body started picking up and following the beat of the music; slow and sensual, Dreamer could only hope the beat would pick up so she could move more. Tilting her head up he tried to speak louder then the music yet just enough so that he would be the only one to hear her. " There are no boundaries. "
This would get interesting, how far would Trystan go?
When Dreamer let loose, she lost all thoughts of him being a killer or even a Chevalier. For now he was a simple guy, one quite attractive and the one she'd picked to dance with for now. " A show? if you've got the goods then you better be ready to deliver. " And she grinned, Dreamer knew about every type of dance; well the one's that required close contact such as the cha cha and the tango. She wondered if Trystan knew how to Tango, that would be interesting to dance with him; especially with the way they acted around each other. Speaking of a Tango partner, a rather dark figure was leaning against a wall in a dark corner. His gaze directly on Dreamer, if some of the new patrons of the Papillon where on the dance floor, they would have recognized him immediately. He was Dreamers usual dance partner and the one that came to her house most nights, he held the same characteristics as Natasha and indeed both were siblings. Grunting, he turned his gaze to Trystan and glared. Mavrick knew quite a bit about the club owner, and she was his key into a large sum of money, amazing wife and a very good life. The fact that she'd decided to pick another guy over him irritated him, but for now he was satisfied with just glaring at Trystan.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 5:25 pm
Trystan watched the woman become what others would call possessive, easily noticing the stares, the whispers. He grinned a bit, wondering why this woman was so protective over the people she decided to dance with. Temper, temper. Trystan sighed. It wasn't like other people would really want to touch him with a woman like dreamer in control. Actually, perhaps that was a good thing. Trystan could only really hope. It was humorous to see the people lustfully glancing at both him and Dreamer, and the pain it brought them to know they couldn't have a taste. It would have made the young adult laugh, but he wasn't in the mood. As his attentions drew back towards the club owner once more, he watched with slight disinterest at the sway of the girls hips. Naturally, Trystan was hardly turned on by things such as this - most of the tim he was never turned on at all. When the woman told him their were no boundaries, Trystan smiled loftily. No boundaries, eh? Any ordinary man would be hard just from the look Dreamer was throwing him, the sway of her hips and the destructive beat of the music. Luckily, Trystan wasn't anything ordinary, or he would be in quite a lot of trouble.
"I see. Your wish is my command."
The thrum of his voice was barely audible over the sound of the music, Trystan began to pick away at the beat, swaying lightly to it before picking into its full rhythm, matching and complimenting Dreamers style of dance with his own. The two swayed and danced to the beat of the music, Trystan subtly asking for permission to lead as he thrummed a low note of entertainment in the back of his throat. He could see some people watching them, the stares the occasional stop. They were the newest gossip, and one of the hottest dance partners around - if Trystan wanted to boast that was. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?" He teased lightly in response to the womans last words, swaying lightly as the beat began to pick up, making the two of them change pace. The sensual side of the dance showed through in subtle hints - Trystan didn't want to scare Dreamer away too fast. Testing the waters was always a smart idea. Smiling to himself, Trystan scanned the room, finding Dreamer more silent then usual.
Then he caught wind of danger and turned his head in the slightest of motions.
A man against the wall was glaring at him. Now, that in itself made Trystan irrationally irritated. There were endless possibilities for who this man could be. A hitman, a spy, a thief. Anything. But as Trystan inspected further, he found that the man seemed to hold no true threat other then his frighteningly dark glare. Wondering what his problem, was Trystan swerved around with Dreamer before smiling coyly to himself. Ah, so thats what it was. Two and two went together quite well, and even though he only had vague ideas of the mans true relationship with the girl, it all fit together in all the right places. "Is that a friend of yours?" He asked, leaning down to blow into Dreamers ear. It was a tease, both to the girl, and the strange man against the wall. Looking up, Trystan smiled at the man, a dangerous "I'm so much ******** better then you" smile that held all the taunts he needed. "He seems sour... shall we cheer him up with another show?" The music twisted and morphed into a more upbeat rhythm, asking for a more formal sort of dance.
However sour the man seemed, one idle move and the guns would come out without a thought.
Trystan did not like being messed with.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 8:10 pm
Your wish is my command... Those words coming from Trystan made Dreamer purr, after all the rule breaking he'd done, Rachel couldn't help but giving him a genuine smile. Though it did feel a little odd, she was used to him just going against what she said or did and it had really ticked her off in the past; this had caught her off guard if only for a slight second. Dreamer usually recovered fast from almost similar incidents, so she quickly covered up the smile. Okay so Trystan was getting on her good side, just a tiny little bit; she wasn't about to out right say it much less acknowledge it. Though she really was having a good time, and with a complete stranger at that too; she'd even been able to locate his gun, and she had smiled quite proudly at the discovery. Dreamer had elf tit alone of course... Expect run her hand over it as subtly as one could possibly get while dancing as she did with him, just a little tease to warn him that she knew where the gun was. She chuckled lightly at his light tease, getting in his face while dancing just for a moment so he could hear her. " You can't tell me anything I already know. " The lust in her words a little too heavy, but it wasn't from Trystan; the atmosphere was making her react like every other dancer around them. Dreamer had noticed something peculiar about Trystan though, there were faint hints that he wasn't in the same state of mine as the other dancers; it was intuition but...
Dreamer couldn't tell if he was only playing or actually interested.
Mavrick scowled angrily, whomever that man was... How dare he touch Dreamer like that, teasing her in anyway was his job and his alone. Turning for a slight second as he noticed Dreamer turning to him, Mavrick made eye contact with his sister who started making her way to him. " Who is that? " He almost spat out the words as he motioned to his sister to look at whom was dancing , Natasha shrugged and joined her brother on the wall. " Looks like the bartender... She seemed pretty angry and actually fired him, though the way they're dancing now... " She left Mavrick to finish her train of thought, Dreamer wouldn't settle for a lowly bartender... He was maybe middle class but nobles rarely went for the middle class, if anything they hated them more then the lower class for trying to be equals of them. Boiling in his anger Mavrick pushed himself off the wall and walked to the DJ, making him change the music to something that would make him show off Dreamer and push the so called bartender out of the way so he could finish the evening and return him with Dreamer. People turned to see what had happened to the real music, Mavrick smile and made his way over to Dreamer.
Dreamer followed Trystans words and her eyes fell on Mavrick. " Oh him... No one of importance. " Though she knew her voice would give it away, she'd completely forgotten about him tonight. And the way he was trying hard not to glare at her or Trystan almost made her laugh; jealousy was the best of poisons. Dreamer returned her attention to Trystan and smiled devilishly. " A show? Why not. " Though from the corner of her eye she'd been watching Mavrick the whole time, saw him moving to the DJ and knew before hand what was about to happen; a silent war. She released Trystan altogether, even moving slightly back from him as she warily watched Mavrick make his way over to her staring her down with a sly smile. When he reached them he turned to Trystan and in the most pompous voice said. " May I? " Though without a moments hesitation he'd grabbed Dreamer roughly and the tango music had begun, he moved her with the music and she followed having no escape considering how tightly he was holding her. If a Tango expert had been around he would have stopped the dance, Mavrick was leading the dance though his movements were rough and a little hurtfully. Not to mention everyone had stopped dancing to watch them move around the dance floor. Mavrick bent forward back and kissed her square on the lips for before the song ended, and then almost let her go at the end before grabbing her and looking at the DJ for another song.
Dreamer was completely dizzy and sore, and didn't even have the chance to recover before she was thrown around again. Mavrick was just trying to show off that he was better then Trystan, and Dreamer knew it would end in a testosterone war.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 1:19 am
Watching the girl be pulled away from him as the music came to a stand still, Trystan blinked. I should shoot you, he was going to say to the man, but he was already taking his partner away which made Trystan gawk for a moment. And then he sighed. This was what he got for getting too caught up in a failed job. He had to admit, the man who was dancing with Dreamer, was skilled, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing a Chevalier did not know how to do. However, he couldn't cause a scene by pulling his gun, nor could he simply walk up and take Dreamer away from him like the prat he was. Putting a hand on his hip, he cocked his head to the side at the growing crowd, and stared for a moment before blinking and looking at his side. A girl with curved horns and a thin, silvery tail had appeared beside him, a hand brushing through her jet black hair. A snicker fell of of her lips, and Trystan narrowed his eyes. The girl was another hitman - or woman in this case - who had been observing the lounge for some time now. She had agreed to be his sort of "inside help." "Not gonna save the pretty lady?" She asked teasingly, nudging him in the side playfully. Her family was another of those with high power in the world of organized crime, and they had been set up on play dates as kids while their families negotiated under lock and key.
"Do I have to?" Trystan said lamely. He did have a morbid curiosity in Dreamer, but was she really that weak to not be able to escape a stupid demons game filled with testosterone? That wasn't the woman that Trystan had been interested in. Ridiculous. Just because she was a girl, she shouldn't be allowing herself to be thrown around like that. "The woman I met with acted a lot tougher. This is kind of pitiful." Trystan sighed, shaking his head. "Men are disgusting." He finally decided, nodding his head. The girl snorted, shaking her head. "And women aren't?" She said, nudging him in the side. "Go on, save your girl. After all, you're a hitman. How often are you allowed to do that?" The obsidian hair was brushed back once again. "C'mon, babe, you were already supposed to kill her. If you leave her with this guy... I think she'll wish you had. Anyways, if you dont save her, I'll force you to dance with me." The girl smiled, flicking his nose playfully. Trystan had to remind himself they weren't friends, just colleagues. If their families ever went against each other, it meant war - whether they wanted it or not. "I'll get the DJ. Later, Trys." She finally said under the glare and bounced off.
"Later, Ell." Now it was certainly too late to turn back.
Growling a bit, Trystan sidled up as soon as the newest song slowed to a close. "I believe it is my turn." He purred into Mavricks ear, before ducking in at the mans vulnerable moment and taking Dreamers hand, pulling her away and smiling lustrously as he loosely took the girls hip. An upbeat tango began, however it was slow enough for the girl to relax. As he led her along in a slow yet steady, sexy yet refined dance, Trystan snickered, looking back at Mavrick with a daring smile. "No one of importance?" He said, looking back at Dreamer with a grin. "Sure doesn't seem like it to me." Meanwhile, Ell sat near the DJ, her ever flirtatious eyes turned to him, lips pulled into a catty smile. It was always nice to have people on the inside. Snickering again, Trystan leaned down to whisper in Dreamers ear.
"And now you owe me one, darling."
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 6:28 pm
Dreamer was more then glad to have Trystan underhand Mavrick as he butted in and took her away from him, she took a breather her feet moving without the need to think. Mavrick's public display that would probably be the gossip of tomorrow was going to cost him dearly, not as much as dancing with Trystan would. Dreamer had never really cared for gossip and rumors, though now this happening in her own club with her involved... She just didn't like it, leaving now would only make her look like a pathetic person who couldn't take care of herself. As much as her boiling rage was sizzling on the inside, Dreamers expressions was neutral even if she was dancing the tango and your expressions needed to be impeccable; she just couldn't bring herself to look semi interested in the dance or Trystan even. Her hands would probably be bruised tomorrow and her hips might have marks from Mavricks grip on her. And not to mention that kiss... Dreamer was going to be in for a whole lot talk after that, if anything now all she wanted to do was lay down and die. Well, she did have a hitman on hand... She almost laughed out loud at that thought, she could see herself just asking him to pull the trigger; her features turned slightly amused.
Don't be stupid...
" He is someone who would like to be of importance, but is not. And obviously he thinks he is. " Her words hinting to the venom and hate she now had for Mavrick. She stil couldn't get over the fact that he had just strode over with a look that said he owned the place and her, and that Dreamer wouldn't allow. She squeezed Trystans hand lightly, restraining herself from possibly breaking his fingers. She was going to need to do something to release that stress soon, or even anger; which seemed to be tonights main theme for the evening. Snapping out of her thoughts on how maybe going boxing tomorrow, she watched Trystan carefully. " I guess I do owe you now... " She paused to hide a scowl, owning a Chevalier was never a good thing; you never knew what they would pull out of the hat, especially Trystan of all people. " Thank you for saving me. " Dreamer almost blushed, that had sounded so weird. No one had ever saved her from anything before and she would think he would be the last person to do so, then again you never knew what life was willing to throw at you. The song finished and before one started again Dreamer moved away from Trystan and started walking away. She didn't care if he followed, right now she just needed a drink.
Mavrick scowled, and like a sore loser had retreated to his corner once more. Dreamer wasn't about to get away with it so easily.
Since Trystan had left the bar area someone else had taken up his spot promptly, serving drinks to the small line of people that had formed from the lack of service. Taking a seat on one of the benches, she ordered a stronger drink and gulped that down instantly. She wasn't much of a drinker usually, but right now no one was around to be yelled at, nothing could be broken and to add to it all; she was still pounding from the previous energy of the dance floor. " Another one please. " And she got her refill, this time leaving the shot glass there for a few moments and she rested her head on the bar. " Goddamn it. "
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 4:32 pm
Twirling the girl around once more, Trystan listened with ease to her story and grinned dryly. There was no humor in his laugh as he picked up and slowed down their paces, matching the song at hand. "An egotist?" He questioned softly, but the taunting tone in his voice was easy to hear. "You shouldn't let such dangerous people into your establishment." He rumbled, twirling Dreamer once more. "And you shouldn't play with such sharp little toys. One day they will cut you if you continue like you are." He grinned, then lowered his eyes, the song drawing to a close. Eli had certainly picked out the best of the best to dance to - she always had. Trystan had to admit, that girl did have a sense of style. And she certainly knew how to keep herself alive on her own. If the two weren't both in opposing families, and Trystan wasn't so set on being pansexual as hell, they would certainly be stirring up some trouble for both of their families. And on top of that, however much they didn't want to admit it, they both had some sort of soft spot for each other. One that wouldn't stop them from pulling the trigger however, if that sort of time ever came. But hopefully it wouldn't. "Owe me?" Trystan chuckled a bit under the music. "Yes, and I'll be holding you to it." Blinking at the thank you, Trystan cocked a brow, falling to a close as the song drifted off.
"I never expected you to be the type to thank someone, Mon Cheri."
Trystans coy grin lasted, even as the girl slipped off for a drink. Watching her go, Trystan grinned, then turned and reeled back a bit as Elyse jumped into him. "Wow, Trys. I didn't see you for the spoiled girl type." She said, taking the taller hitmans arm and wrapping it around her shoulder as she pulled them off to the side. "Yeah? I never took you for the vengeful type either. It seems there are still surprises left in this world after all." Nuzzling her cheek in a slightly taunting way, Trystan grinned. "So how was your job tonight?" He said, even though he didn't smell a hint of blood on her. "Oh you know. Biological weapons are the new jazz an s**t. Just wanted to try em' out." She grinned, and turned her head towards him. "I'll split my earnings with you - since you lost out on this job, yeah?" Trystan shrugged. "Your a doll - how can I ever repay you?" He said sarcastically, but his eyes were shining with a silent, never said thanks. "Just call us square for the Finnigan ordeal. I dont want you reminding me that you saved my a** for the rest of my life." The girl giggled and shoved herself away from Trystan, but not before kissing his cheek. "I'll see you tonight at your apartment?" She said, waving goodbye. Trystan just waved back. The two actually lived one floor apart, coincidentally. And the demon girl constantly checked up on him to make sure Trystan didn't kill himself.
Sighing, Trystan decided that it was time to go as his only other accomplice slipped back into the crowd of dancers. Descending the stairs in a fashion similar to a brooding adult, Trystan found the bar - and Dreamer - with ease. Sliding up behind her and leaning in close, next to her ear. "It was fun while it lasted, Mon Cheri." Leaning away, he chuckled a bit without any humor. "Dont get too drunk while I'm away." He shook his head, waving to the bartender and declining his offer for something to drink with a simplistic wave. Then he turned on his heel, and began to make his way towards the exit. It had indeed been a hell of a ride - he wouldn't be forgetting Dreamer anytime soon. And on top of that, having the heiress owe you one is a pretty damn good thing to have. The hitman grinned to himself as he slid for the door, the people around him barely even noticing his presence as he strayed to the shadows, wondering what the girl was doing now. Probably wallowing in more alcohol - hopefully she wouldn't be sour for too long. To himself, he simply hummed,
"I'll see you around then, my dear heiress."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 1:14 pm
The problem was not one single 'dangerous person' had entered her building, not since Trystan anyways. Dreamer was going to make sure it was the last time the man set foot in her club too, as he had said she shouldn't let dangerous people into her club and, the fact that she owed him. Just the thought made her shiver, all she could think up of was him coming back and asking for a favor. The little she knew about Trystan, Dreamer had the nagging feeling that the said favor wouldn't be something easy as ' Can I have a bit of cash ' or ' I want a puppy, get me a puppy ' sort of thing. Hell it might even be ' Can you hide this body ' though Dreamer smiled, that would be a pretty bad joke if fate decided to pull that card on her. Stupid lady fate... With her luck, something like that might just happen and, she doubted Trystan would have any trouble finding out where she lived considering everything he already knew about her. It wasn't like she could go to his family and ask about him. ' Yea hi, I was wondering where Trystan lives... I owe him a favor for saving my life ' If anything they'd probably just look at her and laugh their asses off.
" I don't let dangerous people in, you're the only one who's been able to wiggle yourself inside. Plus... " She paused, a sly smile on her face as she watched Trystan with a cutting look. " I like playing with sharp things. " Yup, and that's what got you in trouble with Trystan in the first place. Heck her teenage years had been all about playing with sharp things, she'd been completely out of control until her parents had reined her in and, as they had put it taught her some valuable lessons of life. Valuable lessons my a**. Everything she'd learned back home had been useless when she'd come here, if anything her butler had taught her everything she know knew about the city and the life of a noble here. It seemed she still had a lot of learning to do, and maybe read up on better security for her club. She didn't want another Trystan incident happening, especially considering he'd let her off the hook and let her live. Others may not be so nice, though could she really categorize Trystan as someone who was 'nice?' Shaking her head she smiled, heck no, strange, but not nice. Well, he had yet to prove to her that the emotion even existed in him, so for now she'd label him as just strange.
Dreamer all most jumped when she felt someone slip behind her and dive for her ear, though once she realized it was Trystan she relaxed somewhat. Drunk? She wasn't planning on getting drunk, actually it was a rare occurance that only happened when she was home and alone. Drinking in public was rather dangerous, especially for someone like her. It took a few moments for her brain to register that he had left, but when she did notice she sprang up and briskly walked through the crowd to try and catch up to him. Grabbing onto his arm she yanked him back, almost to the point of crashing into her. Because of the people around she was forced to speak near his ear and, she softly whispered " I didn't get to say goodbye. " Shyly kissing him on the cheek, Dreamer moved back and, she gave him a pleasant smile before moving past him and going outside. The night air hit her hard and she almost coughed, there were a few media still standing around waiting for her to leave and, she smiled at them before getting into the same coach she had before. Relaxing, Dreamer let hr head roll back over the seat.
" What a night. "
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