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Tomoe perches on a stool at the black lacquer bar with one knee crossed over the other, an untouched highball beside her, and taps her scarlet lips with one gloved finger.
Ten hours to make this lipstick perfect, Scout-san. The crew is gone, the contract was signed long ago, and the bar is ours. I'm so sorry in advance about what happens to it next.
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