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Smirking Amy grasped Itzal, pulling him to move to the rhythm of the music as he pulled her close. She wouldn't mind just telling everyone else to clear out so she could have fun with him. For now though she was satisfied to just dance with him. I can handle myself. I don't need someone else to clean up after me. If you'd care to join me to see how I do it one of these times, however... She smiled sweetly at him, inviting him to join the kill.
Her voice dropped down even farther when asked what she traded in. It was a source of pride for her, if too dangerous for most of those she worked with to be told. I grant them what they wish for. If it exists in this world I find it, and give it to them. The intangible is for sale as well.
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