<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Oh. <br/>
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The ever so outspoken Rachel seemed to be completely speechless right now. Never had she met a man like this before - handsome, intelligent and proud, but with such an arrogant presence that it even managed to make her feel uncomfortable. The way he spoke to her was honestly humiliating, and she could not help but stare at him in pure disbelief as she wondered about what to say - but it was crystal clear that even the raven-haired female found herself unable to come up with an answer. Either she would get defensive or offensive, and neither of those options were truly appealing to her.<br/>
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That was until she could feel his free hand on the back of her thigh, the fingertips slowly crawling upwards as he pulled her body closer to his. In that moment of enragement, Rachel clearly had forgotten about her newest mission. So instead of giving this important German man what he wanted in order to get what she needed, she did the exact opposite of that. <br/>
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The palm of her right hand connected with his cheek before she even realised it. The movement had been quick but sharp, and the sound of the smack was louder than the sensual music that was playing in the background. The woman's own cheeks were rosy from fury as she moved away from the stranger's grip. "Speaking of valuable time: it's not worth my time to come up with an insult that would please the both of us." And although her voice remained deadly calm, her blood was boiling underneath her pale skin. Rachel carefully pulled her dress back in place, before she turned away from him and prepared to leave that awful place. Someone else could finish what she had started; for she would be everything but a Nazi's whore.        </span>