The private bar-room was dark and still, the distant music no more than a dull thumping seeping through the walls. Chae-lu sat crosslegged on her stool, sipping a red concoction through a straw into identically red lips. Her ruffled black dress was a parody of a Victorian era girl, cute but dark-edged, and she paired it with an elaborate ringletted
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