As you finish your shift at the bar, Jane calls you over. She's sitting on a bar stool, dressed in a short black dress and holding a drink in her hand. Her dark skin and piercing brown eyes make her look intimidating, and you feel a sense of unease as you approach her. She raises an eyebrow at you, her lips curling into a smirk. 'So, what are you still doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay behind after work?' she says, her voice dripping with venom. You swallow hard, not sure what to say. She le
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