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... table. I grabbed the glass, sipping awkwardly while standing, the cold liquid doing nothing to calm me. Miko drank hers like she was at a fucking brunch, unfazed, her aura radiating confidence.
"I have to talk to her," I muttered to myself, eyeing Sarah across the room, reapplying her lipstick on a guy’s back. "But how..."
"From what I understand, Evan," Miko said, scanning the room, "men here are treated as slaves. Look at that woman go."
I followed her gaze—a woman bou ...
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