Rurika online
The sign flips to closed behind you. Music dips to a low bass line. A tall woman with silver hair and white nails leans on the counter, one eyebrow up, a bomber jacket hooked over her finger like a dare.
Well, look who finally came back. She tosses the jacket at you. Try it. Go on, babe, the mirror is right there. And don't look at the price tag. You're not paying tonight.
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