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You Deserve Better (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"Um," it was Sirine, "I brought the bedding.." She was by the entrance, holding folded blankets and a couple pillows.
 
He nodded and removed his hat, moving to tug his scarf down. Oh, he was incredibly handsome. "Again, thank you." He said.
 
His tattoo burned. No, no. Not now. "Really, it's a bounty. And I got a problem with people who take advantage of others." He said, grinning.
 
She blushed more, "You're a lot kinder than from what I hear." She said before setting the bedding down on the hay, "If you get hungry, dinner is usually ready around seven.." She told him.
 
Being in the stable by himself was not the most fun thing he had ever done, but dinner time did eventually come around. He managed to sneak in and toward the large eating area hidden away from the public. It was Sirine again, there was no escaping her. She looked when the door opened and she smiled softly.
"Hungry?"
 
She nodded, "Right.." She answered before turning back to the food, "I promise I'm not the only one here who isn't a working girl...the other maids are doing their chores, it's my turn to prepare dinner.." she was a lot more than just the maid, but she wasn't in servitude either; maid was just the best word she could think of. Housekeeper? She hummed softly to herself - she didn't know.
 
"You didn't answer me before: are you hungry?" She asked, "It's almost done." She didn't know he was looking at her and her curves, how wonderfully her body was shaped.
 
"Good. I'm not sure how often it is you get a decent meal." She said before setting up a bunch of various types of fancy looking foods; things you could only get at a high end inn. "Take as much of whatever you like, there's plenty. I'm going to let the girls know it's time to eat, if you'll excuse me." She moved past him and he could smell her perfume - or what he thought was perfume - it was sweet and light, with notes of honey and citrus.
 
He fought every urge he had and simply smiked, offering a sincere thanks and beginning to eat from the various items that were presented.
 
She just had to work and live in a fucking whore house. Not just any whore house either. Goddammitt.
 
But he managed. It was difficult but he managed to stave his maddening urges long enough for him to sleep and get to the job at hand in the morning.
 
He rose from his sleep. He took a deep breath and looked around to see if anyone had arrived yet.
 
He gathered his weapon and ammo. He finished getting dressed, looped his belt around his waist, and headed out into the muddy street.
 
He searched around, and moved to an alleyway. He hated this. Each time, it was a little more of his soul that was taken. But, he touched his tattoo, and spoke a few hushed words as he asked for assistance in locating the bandits.
 
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