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		<title>Sang:&amp;#32;Created page with '&quot;Your father sounds paranoid. He seems to think this place is a brothel instead of a nightclub.&quot;  &quot;Well, he's not completely wrong.&quot;  &quot;What do you mean? Do you guys really host o…'</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;&amp;quot;Your father sounds paranoid. He seems to think this place is a brothel instead of a nightclub.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, he&amp;#39;s not completely wrong.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What do you mean? Do you guys really host o…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Your father sounds paranoid. He seems to think this place is a brothel instead of a nightclub.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, he's not completely wrong.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What do you mean? Do you guys really host orgies and do illegal stuff?&amp;quot; For the first time, I see the waitress smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No. Of course not.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, cool.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Are you disappointed?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I just--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Look, I haven't worked here long... but there's one thing I do know. The VIP section? It's intended for the sexual enjoyment of its members.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I-I'm sorry. I should get back to work. I've already said too much. I'll see you around.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even before she slips away, I sense someone tall circling around me. I know it's him even before he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I can't believe you're still here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Darren! Can you stop showing up like that?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What were you doing? Were you trying to convince her to leave so you could steal her job?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You're unbelievable. I get it. You can't help me. But you don't have to rub it in!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Actually, I've changed my mind. I might be able to help you after all. It's your call though. If you still want my help, follow me to my office.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I... Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darren takes me to his office. It's by far the most peaceful part of the nightclub.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry if I was rude earlier. Now that I'm successful, a lot of people have been coming around, asking for favors. Even the ones who used to despise me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I never despised you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Perhaps. But we weren't exactly chummy either. Anyway, I'm a businessman. And having witnessed that little scene, you can see that my business also has some... problems. Although our situations are not comparable, I am just as stressed as you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darren grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours himself a shot.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Want some?&amp;quot; he asks&lt;br /&gt;
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''A drink?''&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes, please]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[No, thanks]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Lessons in Lust]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sang</name></author>	</entry>

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