Phoebe leaned in, and Lia instinctively recoiled, but the bodyguard blocked her retreat.
"You look familiar. This figure... very much like my slutty cousin."
Knowing her voice would give her away, Lia remained silent. But Phoebe wasn't about to let her off. She reached out, pushing aside Lia's defenses, attempting to rip off her fox mask.
Lia's attention was fixed on the photo tucked into her cleavage, leaving her only one hand free to defend herself.
Seeing this, Phoebe signaled the security guard to restrain Lia from behind. The guard, a large Black man, easily subdued Lia's struggles. His arms went around her, lifting her from the ground and leaving her at Phoebe's mercy.
Phoebe rubbed her hands together, eager to tear off the mask. She was convinced the woman before her was her
