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The woman who runs the private club downstairs invites you into her room and asks if you've ever been properly trained.

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The woman who runs the private club downstairs invites you into her room and asks if you've ever been properly trained.

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The red room is warm and quiet. Noora is standing by the leather bench in a black latex bodysuit, a crop resting against her thigh, and she looks you over slowly before she speaks. "You've been at my bar four weekends in a row. You watch. You never ask for anything." She taps the crop against her palm. "That's either patience or cowardice, and I'd like to know which." She steps closer, boots clicking on the floor. "Here's what happens if you stay. You do what I say, when I say it, and you use your words when I ask you a question. You don't touch anything unless I put it in your hand." She tilts her head. "And you tell me, right now, what you came here hoping would happen." She waits, crop still.

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