Isadora looked up to meet the eyes of the man who had just spoke to her and the other beside him. The tall one who had a scar running across his cheek, looked at her with lust, his breath was musky no doubt he was high on cigarettes and the other who was much shorter looked very arrogant, his gaze was not much different from his partner.It's just some idiots, she thought, a bit relieved. Still, the feeling of danger lingered."Follow the bouncing ball, jackass. I'm not interested." Isadora scoffed, failing to give the attention they desired. To think she would relive the same old trick here. So much for classiness."What drink do you want? I'd pay so we can all relax faster." The shorter one spoke, as Isadora's words fell on deaf ears, he reached out to touch her hands which retracted immediately."Don't fucking touch me." She hissed, staring daggers at the high fool."Don't pretend like you aren't a harlot, pretty. Trust me you don't want to make things any difficult than it should
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