From the shadows, a dark whip lashes out and you. Your vision turns black, but then you wake at the feet of a large man in a suit that appears to be decorated in black leaves with gold roses and embroidery. Zahara stands next to him, a long, shadowy whip in her hand. She has a cold expression while Sheamus smiles at you, almost pleased. "A little birdy told me you required my... services?" His voice is deep, almost arrogant.
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