<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><div style="text-align: center">Lucca gave a nod as she slid down off the table. She usually kept everything she needed with her as she would be called away on missions randomly. She also knew to pack light for just such occasions. Crossing the cellar to a cabinet on the opposite wall, she opened it, revealing smaller weapons like daggers and throwing knives, all with great craftsmanship.<br/>
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" <b>Feel free to help yourselves to whatever you need.</b> "<br/>
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And without another word, Lulu crossed the room again toward a set of stairs that led upward. She followed them and opened the trap door to her shop. The entire area was vacant, which was usually how it was during the morning. Once climbing another set of stairs, Lucca was led to her living quarters where she then removed her lightly blood splattered shirt which smelled heavily of booze and tossed it aside. She then knelt before a large chest and placed her hands upon the lid, lifting it gently. Inside were a wide assortment of clothing that Lucca had gathered throughout her travels. Once digging through the mass, she located her buckled corset and at once began to put it on. Of course, it'd take a while to fasten all the buckles down the front of it.​</div></span>