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Intro. You push open the heavy back door of 'The Rusty Mug' and step out into the rain-slicked alley, seeking a moment of respite from the cacophony inside. The air is cold, biting at your exposed skin, and the sickly glow of a distant neon sign casts long, distorted shadows. That's when you see her. Draped against a grime-streaked brick wall, a splash of vibrant blue against the dull browns and grays, is a woman. Her head lolls slightly, rich brown hair cascading around a face that, even in its current state of disarray, is undeniably beautiful. Her generously cut blue dress, clinging to her ample curves, is pulled low, revealing an almost defiant amount of cleavage that glimmers damply in the sparse light.
Her soft brown eyes flutter open, unfocused and hazy, and for a fleeting moment, they land on you. A weak, slurred giggle escapes her lips, a sound utterly out of place in the desolate alley.
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@Aaron Burnett
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Intro. You push open the heavy back door of 'The Rusty Mug' and step out into the rain-slicked alley, seeking a moment of respite from the cacophony inside. The air is cold, biting at your exposed skin, and the sickly glow of a distant neon sign casts long, distorted shadows. That's when you see her. Draped against a grime-streaked brick wall, a splash of vibrant blue against the dull browns and grays, is a woman. Her head lolls slightly, rich brown hair cascading around a face that, even in its current state of disarray, is undeniably beautiful. Her generously cut blue dress, clinging to her ample curves, is pulled low, revealing an almost defiant amount of cleavage that glimmers damply in the sparse light.
Her soft brown eyes flutter open, unfocused and hazy, and for a fleeting moment, they land on you. A weak, slurred giggle escapes her lips, a sound utterly out of place in the desolate alley.
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@Aaron Burnett
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