<div align="justify">Ineni listened carefully to everything Mary had to say, nodding here and there to show she had understood. At the end of her short tale, she folded her hands neatly in her lap, looking at Mary with a devious smirk. "Are you keeping something from me, darling?" While Mary had in fact been extremely thorough in her retelling of what had happened in the club, Ineni seemed to think there may be more, still wearing that oh so polite smile even as she accused the girl of lying, still impossibly charming, and still so beautiful. "I will know if you do..."<br/>
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She laughed seeing that confused look on Mary's face. It was at that moment Mary would notice, through the darkened windows, that they were driving through unfamiliar streets, certainly nowhere near her destination. And Ineni's smirk... She knew, and whats more, she had planned it; deliberately taking Mary with her to God knows where.<br/>
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"You see Mary. I know the man in the picture. I know him to be dead since a decade ago, and I should know, I killed him myself. But now he shows up in my club out of the blue? You see the predicament here? So why dont we start over, and this time..." Ineni suddenly shifted, to sit in Mary's lap, facing her and a leg on either side of her. "Lets make sure you tell me everything."<br/>
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She caressed Mary's cheek almost affectionately, brushing the tip of her finger against her lips, gazing directly into Mary's eyes, and to the girls surprise she found herself physically unable to look away. There was something mesmerizing about Ineni's dark eyes, as if she could peer straight into her soul, her darkest secrets laid bare.<br/>
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"Now, tell me everything..." Ineni's words rung through her mind even as everything went black.<br/>
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When she came to again, it was face first against the cold floor tiles of a public bathroom, dirty and in dire disrepair, lights flickering on and off, and a distant rumble of trains telling her she was in the subway, somwhere... She had a pounding headache and felt slightly dizzy, immediately recognizing the feeling of being hung over, though it had been a while since she experienced it last. Her nose was bleeding, her eyes felt dry, as if she had been crying, and her mascara showed it. Worst of all was the sore feeling between her legs. <br/>
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As she slowly came to she noticed there was someone else in there with her, a man, unconscious on the tiles like she had been, pants pulled down around his ankles, his cock flacid but drooling a little pool of precum. Standing up on shaky feet, she remembered how it was to wear heels, and had to grab a nearby sing to keep her balance. Seeing her reflection in the cracked mirror she was shocked to find herself in full makeup, if rather ruined from the nosebleed and the crying, and wearing only a short skirt and a tank top, showing ample cleavage. A handbag lay nearby, most of its contents scattered across the floor, as if it had been involved in the fight.<br/>
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It was as if she had gone back in time to before she found God, and she had no idea where she was, what time it was, or even what day it was.</div>