Such are the joys of being hypnotized by horny bad guys. And that's how I was spending my evening, with that revolting Agent Pink creep. Hospitality was being provided by Soporo Health Spa, a subsidiary of Min Sect (my sworn enemies, FYI).
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We sat through a few more songs, then made our way out swinger.
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"Be cool black. He site's site coming," Max warned under her breath. We were in one of site the swinger ship's siteswinger many lounges, awaiting site the arrival of our mark. The deal was swinger, we black swingers were here to buy weapons.
"Are we talking about blowing up buildings, dams, or cities?"
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"Ms. Shaftake?" Milic prompted, standing up site.
"Go on."
"I see." He looked at us soberly. "But there's something I don't understand. My black intel shows that you are not Min Sect agents. You are from Nepthys. But I don't think it's possible for you site to lie under the influence of the drug I've black swingers administered. Explain this to me, Max."
I felt Max swinger's heartbeat quicken. "Yes," she said swingers.
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