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Hm.

»𝟷𝟾+ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎/𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 »𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 »𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜- 𝙻𝚎𝚠𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝙼𝚂 »𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜

For just a moment, her facade broke, a small laugh escaping her, as she poured a Cosmo Canyon into a glass and slid it over to him. "Don't make me regret not booting you out with the rest of them, Reno." Pouring her own, she leaned her elbow against the bar, chin in hand.

- and instead of ushering him out this time, she would man the bar herself, should he want to stay after hours, he could.

He was quickly becoming a favourite patron of hers. A smile on her lips as she commanded the bees to keep his glass filled. Yet she'd never let this on, of course. Better not to let the Turk's ego inflate. Madame M's performance came to a close a few hours later, -

- every single night, could she.

- like she wasn't truly real, some sort of Shinra hologram or something. She enjoyed the splendor of it all. Her eyes caught Reno for a split second, and eyebrow raising at him as she sent Emma off with a drink towards him. Well. She couldn't indulge him with her service -

Still behind the bar, false flirting with every customer that came in. Diana was sickeningly sweet, the Honeybee name really applying to her more than anyone else in the room. Still in those gold heels, materia sparkling in the base. Makeup and hair perfect, nails pristine. -

- For a while, Diana stood behind the bar, serving drinks tocher patron's with that signature smile of hers. Casting the odd glance in Reno's direction.

Lydia wasn't there, instead a different girl, introducing herself as Emma, came to take care of him. Diana was there too, eyebrow raised that he'd come back. She shot him a look, just a small nod as she continued work as normal. There had to be a reason why he was here. -

- included the Turk, although she had a feeling he would be returning the next evening.

An eyeroll. "Last orders, Reno. Show ends in 30." Diana would spend the rest of the evening in the back, ensuring her girls were safe and well paid, even splitting Reno's tip amongst them. She would help usher the customers out the door when the lights came on. And that -

"Aren't you a comedian." She waited. If he didn't tip her, he'd be a sorry man.

Damn. He's that lax?

This night wasn't Diana's performance, instead Madame M would take to the stage, with the Queen Bee overseeing the floor, offering trays of shots to any patrons that passed her. Eventually she made her way to Reno's table. Placing the green glass before him.

.....this can't be what Shinra lets them do

- calling her name and recieving blown kisses when they paid heavy tips to her. Certainly, she was one of the star attractions.

She laughs again, leaning forward and resting her gold high heeled shoe on the table. A single gem of Materia lodged in the heel. "You're cute, thinking you can afford me." She pulls back, Materia clad shoes making steps as she leaves to attend to other clients, regulars -

- ugly sons of whores. And you're a little nicer on the eyes. Obviously my bees would panic having to serve you." She shrugs. "Client's a client."

A laugh escaped her. "Oh please. You're a fucking Turk. None of you topside Shinra dogs scare me." She breaks the eye contact by glancing around, gesturing to the thugs and money loving criminals surrounding the booths. "You just have a little more money than these -