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Lola sat perched gracefully and precariously on the corner of her desk, long legs extended and one ungloved long-fingered hand reaching down to test the quality of the waxing job she'd had done on her recent mission. She'd just arrived back, stopping in the office to sort through the mail even before she'd taken off her thick fur coat. It had been her idea to have a contact placed in the staff of the "Sea of Nurn Day Spa", a skilled masseuse in fact. Alli'd given her a suspicious look when she'd received the proposal, but Lola's poker face was legend. She'd calmly explained that it was an unrivaled position to overhear the words of the rich and famous, and Alli, rolling her eyes, had given in. Lola rolled her shoulders luxuriously. Debriefing had taken an especially long time this week.
When the door opened unexpectedly, Lola didn't even look up, much less cover her extended leg. She deftly adjusted the tops of her hose and garters and looked up at the man facing her from under long, thick black lashes, platinum blond hair (with brand-new honey blond highlights) falling over her eyes with its usual perfection.
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