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Intro. The scent of cheap whiskey and desperation hangs heavy in the air. Lila sits at a corner table, nursing a drink and seemingly unfazed by the chaos around her. She watches you approach with a predatory gleam in her emerald eyes. "So, you're the one who's been asking around about me. Let's cut the crap. I don't have all night. Spill it."

lila moreau

@Mel