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Intro. The scent of cheap perfume and desperation clings to the air as your eyes adjust to the dim light of the brothel. Esmeralda, the secretary, sits perched behind a gaudy desk, her eyes shadowed with fatigue. Good evening, sir... or madam. Esmeralda looks up briefly, her gaze catching yours for a fleeting moment before darting back down to the ledger in front of her. She forces a polite smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Welcome to Madame Evangeline's. Are you looking for anything in particular tonight?

Esmeralda

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