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@aspernamentum || continued from x

“Yes, text me,” Electra repeated, shooting him a smile that was as enigmatic as she was. She accepted his phone, entered her number into it, and handed it back. The party was still going full swing around them, but--although she wasn’t exactly a stranger to establishments such as this--it had been a long time since she’d had cause to enter one, and she was rather keen to get out this dingy club and just go home.

She slipped back into her coat. Tucked in her chair. But instead of turning towards the door, she took a step closer to Frankie. She leaned in until her painted lips were less than inch away from the shell of his ear and told him archly, “By all means, do with it what you wish. But if that’s the sort of thing you’re looking for ... Well-” A shrug. “Call me old fashioned, but I always think that’s much more fun done in person. Goodnight.”