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[b]"... The fuck?"[/b]

[i]Oh no.[/i] Madison definitely wasn't happy to see them. Lyss glanced up at her, but as she realized that Madison still wasn't completely covered she kept her eyes locked on Madison's. She found herself flushing with slight embarrassment as Madison questioned them. Then she wondered why she was flushing in the first place. [i]It's embarrassing that we saw Madison dance, even if I was cheering her on, but why am I blushing?[/i] Was it because Madison was mad? Or was it because she was pleading with them not to tell the others? Lyss definitely wasn't going to say a word about this after tonight.

[b]"I don't snitch unless really really necessary like [i]someone-just-got-murdered[/i] necessary."[/b] 

Lyss nodded, her hand raising to point at Quinn because she made a good point. [i]Did I just agree with Quinn??[/i]

And then she heard a scream.

Lyss flinched, her head whipping to face in the direction of the sound. [i]"Someone-just-got-murdered necessary."[/i] She could already feel her heart beating faster. That wasn't just an ordinary "grabby man grabbed me at a strip club" scream. That was... on a whole different level of fear. [color=D3D3D3]"You do have bouncers that protect the backstage, right?"[/color] She asked, slowly looking back at Madison. [color=D3D3D3]"I didn't happen to see any when we came back."[/color]

[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck. Am I fit to fight right now?[/i] Lyss's head was a blur of strategies and fear. [i]Why didn't I at least bring some mace with me?[/i] She moved her sluggish head around the room and spotted the various props that the strippers used. Without hesitation, and a little bit of a rush to her step that she usually didn't have, Lyss grabbed a pair of fake handcuffs and the police baton prop. Except, the prop was completely plastic and wouldn't hurt a fly. Lyss frowned and dropped the baton, and in her fear she grabbed the closest [i]actually painful[/i] item to her. A [url=https://www.sstack.com/images/xxl/12546.jpg]riding crop[/url].

[color=D3D3D3]"Come on, girls. We gotta go help her, no matter how drunk,"[/color] [i]or scared, why am I scared??[/i] [color=D3D3D3]"we are."[/color]

Despite the extra tight and nervous grip she had on the crop, she made her way towards the backroom with a determination in her step. She'd been scared before. Just as helpless as the scream had sounded. She could overcome it. She stopped at the doorway and took a deep breath before peeking around it to see a set of stairs descending into a dimly lit room. [i]Oh, fuck, a basement. Why is it always a basement?[/i] She swallowed. [i]Okay, Lyss. You've got this. It's probably just some drunk that wandered back here before Madison came back. Piece of cake, right?[/i] She released her breath slowly through her mouth and began to descend the stairs.