He looked at her for a quick second, then changed into the shadow fox. "We've got to find Shawn" Saru told her, and Mirana straddled him again. "It's 8 o' clock in the morning, can we stop home first--please?" Mirana asked.

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Shawn looked up from his desk. f*** tradeschool, he had his own silversmith business and his salary was over $60,000 a year--school was bullshit. He stood tall in his fancy clothes, dark skin putting contrast to his white muscle shirt and white jeans. He ruffled his dark black hair and dropped a custom made rifle that he'd just handcrafted. It fired with a bang and he shook his head. "It's time to hit a brothel," he said to himself. Usually, he was an all-work-no-play type of man; the work 80/clubhop 20% of the time hit full affect as soon as he hit 16. Being 18 and now a high school graduate, all "Da honeys" had flocked to him, everyone which he declined. He didn't know why: maybe it was because he wanted a girl who loved him for him and not his shitload of money. That didn't answer why he was going to Club Vengeance, some club supposed to be possessed by dark magic or somethin. He didn't believe that shit.

~Continued in Mindslave Chapter 11 part II