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Eleonara woke up in the very early morning, several hours before sunrise, as was her habit in the summertime. She didn’t much care for the heat and enjoyed the times of the day she could naturally enjoy the relative coolness, such as late evenings, nights and early mornings. Her roommate Kim was still sleeping soundly on a hammock above her, snoring softly, her usual cuteness somewhat ruined by the saliva steadily dripping from the side of her mouth and way she scrunched her nose as if she were disgusted by something. Possibly she was just dreaming. Ceasing the observation of her unfortunately very straight female flatmate, Leona shucked off her thin long sleeping shirt and put on a jogging outfit, stashing her weapons in the pockets-refitted-into-holsters; their usual place. She had very few trousers without those pockets and whenever she wore one of those (or a skirt), she still had several belts she could use for her precious offensive gear. Being armed in Korven, after all, wasn’t something one would get a second glance for.

So outfitted, she went for a jog, sunlight still nowhere in sight, though the sky was steadily getting less dark. Eleonara ran, following a twisting route from her flat, which was smack in the middle of the Kings’ territory and also fairly central as far as the whole of Korven was considered, and to the studio which she owned bordering on Eden, not strictly (officially) part of her gang’s territory, but often used for their business anyway. Along the way, she had the privilege of observing all those other people, who already had to get ready for their day, though unlike her, most of them wallowed in some degree of misery. Leona cherished the sight, smug to feel so good when this many others didn’t. So what if that made her kind of a bitch? Those other people just needed to learn to take pleasure into their own hands, however they could. Really, they should take her as an example.

Pleased from the hour-long exercise, she arrived at her studio, stretched, then took a shower and put on some spare clothes. Having a personal water source for bathing was a luxury she enjoyed; the flat she had in the center had a communal one she was forced to endure occasionally. And the fun that could be had from observing other naked bodies (those well-shaped ones, at least) was outweighed by the feeling of filthiness sharing a resource with so many others invariable caused. Besides the additional space, this studio also had the perk of somewhat cleaner air, always a nice addition, though something she could just as easily do without. At the end of the day, she was a true born and bred Korvenite, well used to the sanction’s various quirks. She spent the next few hours managing her finances, checking her existing investments, exchanging some stocks etc.. After that dull but productive chunk of time, she took a motorbike, which she had Robert take to the studio the previous night, and drove back to her flat in Korven, saw Kim was gone already, and went to one of the Kings’ bars/clubs on her own.