“One thousand forints please,” squeaked the cashier, who sipped from an energy drink that she was drinking with a straw.
The ticket seller’s artificial nails were as long as claws, so it was a stroke of luck that she only had to stick on wristbands, and didn’t have to type anything on the computer’s keyboard. However, Laura would’ve loved to see how she would cope with the task, and she would’ve waited for the moment to come, too, when her deep cut top would flash her t**s during a careless movement. The girl could’ve been hardly eighteen. Still, she wanted to look like a mature woman. She probably wouldn’t be so provocative if she knew how much agony all those upcoming years would bring.
“The gentleman is paying,” smiled Laura, first at the girl, then towards Sabueso. She walked ahead l
