Deserae’s jaw clenched tightly the very moment Ryker opened his mouth. She should have figured that her own sexuality would be used for something like this; she just wasn’t expecting it to come off like that. Her hands dug into fists, getting tighter and tighter as Ryker went on, but her face remained completely placid, and just as soon as her hands became fists she let them go lose again. Words could not describe the rage she felt at that moment though, and she made a mental note to have a serious talk with Fitzy after all this was over with.

Fitzy was the only one in The Lost Ones that knew her whole back story; why she was there and what had happened to her. He was the very reason she ended up with The Lost Ones instead of jumping from foster home to foster home for the next four years of her life. Hell, if anything happened to him, she would more than likely be forced to live her last year as a minor in one of those trashy homes. To that, she owed him, but putting her in this particular situation…

Deserae exhaled sharply out her nose and nodded once simply.

“I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” She told him calmly. She looked to Cotton, and then the other Lost Ones behind her before walking away, scooping up her jean vest along the way and threw it over her shoulder as she left the body shop. Now all she needed was to head to a hotel, find a room that was open for house-keeping and get in a quick shower, but not before doing a little ‘shopping.’

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It didn’t take Deserae long at all before she was standing at the entrance to the staircase that led to the underground cage fights. Never having been inside, she could only imagine what kind of hell awaited her from within. She didn’t have to wait long before Terry, from what she could assume, stopped by and made the quick drop of $350.00.

Deserae thumbed at it quickly, ensuring that she hadn’t been shorted. Despite him being a Lost One himself, she didn’t trust anyone to just pocket the cash blindly. Despite her paranoia, the cash was all there, and when she looked up to confirm this, Terry was already gone, leaving her alone to carry out her job. She looked down at the wad of cash in her hand once more, a pressing thought of just taking the cash and running seeming to get louder and louder. But where would she go? She could only get so far…

She quickly folded the cash up into a wallet, and then put the wallet inside of a pretty expensive looking purse, burying the thought away for a later time. She adjusted the lone strap on her shoulder and pulled down the bottom of the [url=http://www.wholesale7.net/images/201202/goods_img/19334_P_1329461585544.jpg]dress[/url] a bit, trying to maintain a small amount of modesty at least, but quickly realized that this dress just wouldn’t allow it. She sighed, running her fingers through her let down hair. It was a strange feeling; she almost always had her hair up in a ponytail or something.

[i]Whatever you do…don’t choke…[/i]

With that thought coursing through her mind on repeat, Deserae waited until a rather large group entered the club, and relied on her feminine figure to slip into the crowd unnoticed and managed to get inside without being carded.

[i]Now…to find the bookie…[/i]