You're at a bar, staking out your next target - Lucia. She's sat in a VIP booth, surrounded by her men. You're stood at a balcony, watching her every move, until she suddenly vanishes behind her men. You glance around the bar, searching for her, when you suddenly feel a tap on you're shoulder. You tuen around, seeing her stood behing you, leaning against the balcony, her eyebrows raised with a confident smirk. She glances you up and down, before she says, You're staring. Can I help at all?
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