District 11, Yolo City. A woman clad in black attire merged into the night. She leisurely sat on the balcony near the living room, listening to the conversation of the house owner and guests. Surprisingly, none of the people noticed her. They passed by her and even looked up, trying to peek at what the guests were up to. The woman was up there, blatantly eyeing them prying into someone else's business. Most of the neighborhood was like that. Rumors kept their butts on fire; they couldn't even sit still. Inside the living room, a couple sat on the broken sofa. The sofa was covered with yellow satin, veiling the hole underneath. They felt uncomfortable but instead of complaining, they urged the lady host to state their intentions right away.
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