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[center][i]One Night in Hell Club → Exiting.[/i][/center]
Day 2 (Arc 2): Around 9pm

It was obvious that Rich was confused, not only about what she was thinking, but maybe in shock about the whole situation as well. Normally, she wouldn't let go of her prey that easily, but truth be told... She had taken a liking to Rich. His Vis was simply delectable and his reactions... a perfect mix between fear and pleasure made Corinna even more curious about his 'tastes'...

Corinna couldn't help but let out a mischievous smile when Rich wrote his phone number on a faded receipt with an unsteady hand. She could feel his eyes, carefully studying her expression, her reaction... Waiting to see if he had said the correct answer. But just like she had promised, this time, there were no strings attached.

[color=black]"Delightful."[/color] Corinna said, whispering as she swiftly got the faded receipt with her long, sharp fingers.

[color=black]"Your tastes are... interesting. I will keep my eye on you."[/color] Corinna said, referring how he was apparently willing to see her again, even after such... 'experience'. Even carrying him, Corinna was moving herself with an almost... inhumane grace and dexterity. Avoiding most of the other confused and wounded people and the rubble from the explosion as she swiftly walked through the nightclub.

But before she could get to the exit, she heard a female voice shouting, followed by a psychic message, which didn't seem to be aggressive, so Corinna simply dismissed it as nothing.

[b][color=c85656]"I'm a healer! But I don't have enough Vis to heal everybody. Anybody with some Vis to spare, or who is wounded, would you mind accepting my psychic invitation?"[/color][/b] the strange woman said.

[color=black][I]"A healer?"[/I][/color] Corinna thought to herself. It would be best if she left Rich with her. At least for now. He wasn't [I]that[/I] wounded... Well... At least he wouldn't die just due to the wounds Corinna caused herself... But he was indeed exhausted, especially after Corinna sucked that much Vis from him. At least he would be safe outside. He would probably need only a small rest before he was ok again.

[color=black]"You'll only need to rest a bit. You won't die, don't worry. I'll take you outside."[/color] Corinna said as they got near the entrance. Although it was rather hard to walk through it due to the number of panicked people trying to get out, Corinna was able to swiftly go through the confusion.

As she got out of the club with Rich, her image almost didn't seem to make part of the scene. Amongst other panicked people, many wounded or dirty due to the explosion, Corinna was not only unscathed, but her vibrant, provocative red dress was exactly the same way it was when she came in the club. Saving for a few... darker spots which seemed awfully familiar to blood.

Right outside, starting to tend to the wounded, Corinna and Rich would meet a red haired young woman. Apparently, she was the owner of both the voice that shouted a while back and possibly the mental message as well. But she was already tending to so many people that Corinna simply choose to not go to her. After all, Rich wasn't that wounded. Weak and exhausted, yes, but not dying.

[color=black]"You can walk, can't you, my dear Rich?"[/color] Corinna asked, putting Rich down.

[color=black]"Rest well, my little prey... I will call you."[/color] Corinna said, with a mischievous smile before she started walking away. A lone figure getting out of the destroyed nightclub, completely unscathed and untouched by the debris. Her red dress as vibrant and beautiful as it was when she came in.

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