[color=FCE67C][center][h1][sup]Brize Kawara[/sup] | [sub]Cash[/sub][/h1][/center][/color]
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While Brize probably could have gotten herself out using her power and enhanced abilities, she also didn't want to plummet onto concrete if she messed up. She had to make a plan first. Or, in the case of a flying Butterfly, get the help of someone else.

[color=FCE67C]"24,304,512 yen,"[/color] came Brize's immediate reply, [color=FCE67C]"same for a while, with the majority of it being the value of your tech."[/color] With Butterfly pulling on the rope once again and asking for a raised amount, Brize furled her brow in response. A brief look of annoyance washed over her. Just as quickly as the look on her face came, it left after some brief calculations.

[color=FCE67C]"23,304,304 yen."[/color]

Still, Butterfly was nice enough to carry her down even with her value being reduced for being an ounce harder to work with than previous days. Though, Butterfly didn't have to carry Brize down like she was a sack of potatoes. She knew she was small and light, but being tossed over a shoulder and brought directly inside of the club was a bit much.

Still, the two of them went inside and prepared for the meeting.