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[b]"Just a couple of seconds,"[/b] the dame replied, settling easily into the persona of an after-hours professional. [b]"One of the first hits that came up when I looked up 'corny pick-up lines'. As for my own name...call me Fine."[/b] She paused briefly, her red eyes settling [i]deeper[/i] into Eliza's own. There was something there, hm?

[b]"Can I buy you another drink? Or would you like to be sober for what happens next?"[/b]

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Oh?

Oho.

Ohohohoho!

The Bentley slowed to a stop as Myria parked her ride on the side of the mount. Her manservant immediately stopped his rapping, slipping out of the backdoors silently before opening the door for her and rolling out a red carpet (borrowed from one of Penrose's finer hotels) that lead all the way to a decrepit, boarded up apartment building. He understood where she was headed, but not why. Then again, it wasn't his purpose to ask either.

[b]"Oujo-sama,"[/b] the reverent servant spoke, presenting a cello case to his mistress. [b]"Be safe."[/b]

Myria laughed, patting him on his irresistable soft and perfectly coiffed head. [b]"Don't worry, Gerard, I know when to run."[/b]

She hefted the case over her shoulder, whispered darkly to her ethereal servants, and with a spring in her step, strode into the building, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she followed the path that maligned spirits drew out for her. Down the hallway, across the lobby, past the laundry room, beneath the staircase, through the vent. Each step bringing her closer and closer to the obsidian mirror that her servants spoke to her about, another peculiarity worth investigating.

Another entrance to another world.