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I couldn’t deny it She was right, of course But I had to weigh the pros and cons of putting s could escalate and worsen

“I just wanted to offer it to you We are there to serve drinks, not give handjobs… not unless you want,” she said on a laugh, and I couldn’t help the way my lips twitched in amusement

A little sliver of reality interjected itself into hts because I knew I couldn’t afford to pass up an opportunity like this I never got chances to supplement my inco I’d be closer to leaving Desolation And hts there

“Okay,” I said, and she grinned wider “I don’t have anything nice to wear though”

She waved off my words “No worries They keep a wardrobe, because they prefer the waitresses to wear certain things to keep up with the aesthetics of the place”

I was feeling a little less sure about this What kind of place was this where they had expendable clothing all because they wanted to keep up appearances? I understood uniforave everyone the same drab apparel, especially if they catered to rich and powerful men

I should’ve just assu back to bite me in the ass That’s usually how the events in ars couldn’t be choosers

And I was absolutely a beggar at this point

I’d left work twentyquick time as I walked the dark, septic streets of Desolation I’d been convinced soain, but fortunately aside from a few catcalls, I was left relatively alone

Once I was inside o ofsoon, my feet ached, and my head hurt, but I couldn’t wholly coed sory and wouldn’t have to stop at the convenience store for soed shit And I had a job lined up that would—hopefully—make me some decent money

I started taking the narrow, trash-laden stairs, the scent of stale cigarette smoke, old liquor, and the re in the air I could hear the heavy bass of rapfrohting loudly, and in another, there was the sound of glass breaking—nor