*Liam*
After meeting with Nesbit, I'm restless. I considered going to the Wolves, but I don't want to see any numbers tonight, not even at a roulette table. If I become any more tense, I'm likely to snap.
I need something that brings me absolute unfettered joy, which leaves only two options: a she-wolf or taking a photograph. So, being the greedy bastard that I am, I have come to the Moon Goddess club in hopes of acquiring both.
Sipping scotch and considering the selections, I stand with a shoulder to the wall. I have been studying the she-wolves for the better part of an hour now, and I can't settle on one who would suit my purposes. One is too tall. One too short. Another too plump. Too thin. Not proportioned pleasingly. Not particularly elegant with her movements.
What the bloody h
