It opens̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ in a gentleman's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ club. Alala's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ dres̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ed pretty s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗candalous̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ly, but that is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ kind of the idea. He's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ dead s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗et on making money, lots̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ and lots̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, becaus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e he's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ got to fund ( and fuel ) his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ newes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t obs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗es̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ion. He's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ in the middle of a pole dancing performance on s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tage, …one that’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ flamboyant as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ he is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. Finis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hing up Alala takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a bow, quickly s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗canning the front of the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tage to find that a nice chunk of change had been thrown his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ way - awes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ome! It's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hame that this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ only the firs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t half of the night, becaus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e he would abs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗olutely have loved to fucken bail on the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗econd half.
Alala takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ leave of the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tage and heads̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ into the back for a brief break. He us̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗es̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ it to fres̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hen up, but more importantly he grabs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ phone and pulls̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ up a lis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t of books̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. A few s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tand out titles̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ are: the Legacy of a Lifelong Curs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e, As̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗huri His̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tory, A Look Into the Pas̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t, Kindling the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗oul's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ Flame, Divinity 4nd their Elements̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, & Blood Magic, the Rituals̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ of Live s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗acrifice and the Taboo of s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf Depreciation. s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ome have check marks̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ next to their names̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, but others̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ have outrageous̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ numbers̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ bes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ide them ( s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ome well into the thous̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ands̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ ).
"It looked like I got a decent amount, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o with what I had put as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ide I s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hould be able to get another one." He s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗eems̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ delighted by this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. "And if I..." But then he s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ighs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ excitement tapering. "If I play my cards̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ right, then I may even be able to get a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗econd." He s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗huts̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ eyes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ and takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a few deep breaths̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, trying to hype hims̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf up. "Jus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t a few more nights̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, alright, you got this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, come on, I know you got this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗..." He nods̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ to hims̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf a couple of times̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗miling as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ he does̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o. "I got this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗." Alala s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tates̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ firmly, his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ vigor renewed, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o he has̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tily s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tas̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ phone and heads̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ back out into the club.
Alala is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ pulled as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ide quickly – a rough tug landing him in the lap of a rich philanthropis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t. As̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ much as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ he’d like to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗nap at him for being s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o fucken rough, this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ what the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗econd of the night entails̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ – a more hands̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ on experience for both hims̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf and their wealthy clientele. He’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ jus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗omething to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗how off, grope, and occas̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ionally order around. He grins̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ and bears̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ it, becaus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e it’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ what he’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ paid to do…
A few hours̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ in and he’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ managed to dis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ociate, though he gets̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗lap to the face to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗nap him back to reality. Alala blinks̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, bringing a hand to his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ reddening cheek.
“I'm not paying you to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗pace out." A grumble. "I want to introduce you to a very clos̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e friend of mine, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o fix your face, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗traight up, and s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗mile *real* pretty." He makes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a motion toward the entrance of the club, a dis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗torted figure s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tanding there among a couple of others̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. "█████, this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ ̷⃫̸̡̤̤̩͉̙͚̠͙̣̘̮̜̘̮͚͉͋̂͂̔͑̉͛́͘o̵⃫̵̱̣͚͖̍̈́͌̈́͋̉̄̉̔̌͐͊͂͑͐̽̆̎̑́͘͝ɹ̴⃫̴̨̛͇̥͉̺͔̣̗̠͉͙̞̤͍̩͔̉͌̀̄͋̕ᴉ̵⃫̵̧͖͈̲̦̦͇̺̻̙͎̮͎̲̫̻͖͖̹͔̝̘̑͑́̓̇̔̎̅̈́̾̐̉̀̇̈́̏̍̀͘̕͜͝ɥ̵⃫̶̺͓̠̻̒͂͑͐̎̈̈́̋͌̌͗́̈́̆s̷̗͉̋̂͊̈́̌̓͌͠..."
As̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ the dis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗torted figure takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tep forward it tears̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗wirling vortex in the room, one that s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ucks̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ everything into it, and then the entire memory fades̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ to black.
replay 01.
Alala takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ leave of the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tage and heads̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ into the back for a brief break. He us̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗es̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ it to fres̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hen up, but more importantly he grabs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ phone and pulls̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ up a lis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t of books̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. A few s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tand out titles̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ are: the Legacy of a Lifelong Curs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e, As̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗huri His̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tory, A Look Into the Pas̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t, Kindling the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗oul's̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ Flame, Divinity 4nd their Elements̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, & Blood Magic, the Rituals̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ of Live s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗acrifice and the Taboo of s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf Depreciation. s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ome have check marks̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ next to their names̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, but others̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ have outrageous̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ numbers̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ bes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ide them ( s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ome well into the thous̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ands̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ ).
"It looked like I got a decent amount, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o with what I had put as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ide I s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hould be able to get another one." He s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗eems̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ delighted by this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. "And if I..." But then he s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ighs̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ excitement tapering. "If I play my cards̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ right, then I may even be able to get a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗econd." He s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗huts̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ eyes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ and takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a few deep breaths̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, trying to hype hims̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf up. "Jus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t a few more nights̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, alright, you got this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, come on, I know you got this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗..." He nods̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ to hims̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf a couple of times̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗miling as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ he does̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o. "I got this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗." Alala s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tates̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ firmly, his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ vigor renewed, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o he has̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tily s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tas̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗hes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ phone and heads̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ back out into the club.
Alala is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ pulled as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ide quickly – a rough tug landing him in the lap of a rich philanthropis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t. As̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ much as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ he’d like to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗nap at him for being s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o fucken rough, this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ what the s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗econd of the night entails̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ – a more hands̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ on experience for both hims̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗elf and their wealthy clientele. He’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ jus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗t s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗omething to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗how off, grope, and occas̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ionally order around. He grins̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ and bears̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ it, becaus̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e it’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ what he’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ paid to do…
A few hours̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ in and he’s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ managed to dis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗as̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ociate, though he gets̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗lap to the face to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗nap him back to reality. Alala blinks̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗, bringing a hand to his̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ reddening cheek.
“I'm not paying you to s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗pace out." A grumble. "I want to introduce you to a very clos̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗e friend of mine, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗o fix your face, s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗traight up, and s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗mile *real* pretty." He makes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a motion toward the entrance of the club, a dis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗torted figure s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tanding there among a couple of others̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗. "█████, this̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ is̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ ̷⃫̸̡̤̤̩͉̙͚̠͙̣̘̮̜̘̮͚͉͋̂͂̔͑̉͛́͘o̵⃫̵̱̣͚͖̍̈́͌̈́͋̉̄̉̔̌͐͊͂͑͐̽̆̎̑́͘͝ɹ̴⃫̴̨̛͇̥͉̺͔̣̗̠͉͙̞̤͍̩͔̉͌̀̄͋̕ᴉ̵⃫̵̧͖͈̲̦̦͇̺̻̙͎̮͎̲̫̻͖͖̹͔̝̘̑͑́̓̇̔̎̅̈́̾̐̉̀̇̈́̏̍̀͘̕͜͝ɥ̵⃫̶̺͓̠̻̒͂͑͐̎̈̈́̋͌̌͗́̈́̆s̷̗͉̋̂͊̈́̌̓͌͠..."
As̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ the dis̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗torted figure takes̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗tep forward it tears̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ a s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗wirling vortex in the room, one that s̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ucks̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ everything into it, and then the entire memory fades̸̛̳̖͇͔̬̫͎̍̅̌͑͑͗ to black.