The cracked ceiling of Madam Nyx's strip boxing club was painted a dull shade of purple. An odd choice, considering the rest of the duct-taped gym was white. The thin lines that cracked the ceiling looked like bolts of lightning, withered and fading away, much like the 20-year-old who stared at...
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