POV: Takamori
I lied about having a bunker under my brothel so Asher would stop breathing down my neck. I know he means well, and I know deep down that he cares, even if he doesn't say it out loud or express it too much, but in the end I always can count on him, just like now when he went head deep into trouble so he could rescue me.
In this kill or be killed world, we have to stay together so we can keep some of our humanity alive.
But it would have been nice to have a bunker indeed, however the amount of trouble and money needed to make something underground is greater than building upwards, especially since I could not let it influence the come and go of costumers, nor affect the illusion created by the dim lights and fluttering eyelashes.
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