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</b></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><b>Cora pulled on the handles to the lobby and was greeted by a cacaphony of music, laughter, quiet talks and prying looks. She was  used to it but there was a palpable feeling that crept over her every time someone was gazing at her. It was odd how it would usually be unnerving in other contexts, but she felt herself smile and became consciously aware of the way she looked as she walked out into the room.</b><br/>
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<b>She had been beckoned by a patron she didn't recognize and moved over to see how his evening was going, but was interrupted by a hand on her arm. Her body flinched, her initial feeling was to break free but when she saw one of Aoi's bodyguards staring at her. She knew that was a very bad idea. </b><br/>
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<b>As he escorted her over to where Aoi was sitting she noted just how many people were watching, confused. She smiled to assure them everything was okay.</b><br/>
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<b>She took a seat to the side of Aoi so she didn't have to look at him directly, his smile said it all. It made her feel sick, she wasn't sure exactly what to expect but a one on one had rarely been a good experience.</b><br/>
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<b>"You could have just sent for me rather than having me escorted, a lot of the patrons were watching." She started before noting that it probably wasn't a good time to be questioning his decisions.</b><br/>
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