You get inside, slamming the door behind you as you follow your nose to the smell. After a few doors opened along the dark corridor, some of them with peep shows that would make even the most kinky of people you know scratch their heads, you finally come to the dressing room.
You look to your right and see an oodly familiar gazelle. You swore you'd seen her somewhere else before. As you get closer, she looks in your eyes for a moment before looking away.
"You're the new girl, I take it?" She asks in a light Brazilian accent, "You'll need this more than I do." She shoves a thin strip of dark blue in a pint sized Ziplock to you as she gets up to leave.
You sniff it and you can feel it. That jolt down your spine, that your pupils were dialating. Jackpot!
"You put it on your tongue, not snort it." She laughs as she leaves the room.
[A/N: Feel free to give me comments, I like input on where I can take things and branching off my stories.]
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