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The bartender suddenly half-turned his attention to her and asked what she wanted. She turned to face him a little too fast and she was afraid he might have caught a glimpse of her long blond hair, but his eyes were still fixed on the bickering customers.
"Just one drink," she said, in a husky mutter. Years of practice had let Clarissa master using a masculine voice despite her natural clear and high tone. She pulled a small leather coin purse from the inside of her robes.
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Thanks for the awesome siggy Yama-chan!!
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