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You shake your head and turn toward the exit. The man dressed as Jack the Ripper blocks your way. You had appreciated the eighteen eighties dress suit he is wearing and realistic cane.

He pulls on the cane giving you a glimpse of a very sharp sword.

“Where do you think you’re going, missy? You’ve hardly seen anything the house has to offer.”

You think fast.

“Oh my god. You’re Jack the Ripper. You are so hot. I’m such I huge fan.”

You thrust out your breasts and strut toward him.

“So you’d fuck me? For say money?”

“I wouldn’t need money.”

“Close enough.” His expression becomes predatory and his eyes are glued to you.

He slides the sword back into the cane and reaches for something. You see the glint of a scalpel.

You lick your lips and thrust out your breasts. He stares at your cleavage. You ready yourself.

You give him a swift kick to the groin. He doubles over. You give him a second quick kick to the face. He goes down.

Who says a couple of years of Krav Maga is a waste of time.

You bolt by him.