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“And did anyone bother you?” I asked. She shook her head. “It’s a controlled environment,” she said. “Nobody gets in without security knowing. They keep an eye on everything. Even in the VIP rooms, security’s always right outside the door. I was probably safer there than I am at home.” “Did you … I can’t think of a better way to ask this, so I guess I’ll just spit it out. Did you have to walk around n***d?” “No,” she said, smirking. “Servers at The Line are like furniture from IKEA. Okay to look at, but not what you want to draw attention to. I wore a black bustier, a short black skirt, and dark tights. Blended right in.” “That doesn’t sound too bad,” I said. Claire scowled and shook her head, but Maggs grinned at me. “I’ll introduce you to the manager tomorrow,” she said. “He’ll be a
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