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The sound of a door opening and closing prompted Murina to finish her preparations. She knew her target was approaching. It wasn't the distinctive clops of heels which convinced Murina that their wearer was Rapture. It was the scent of an overly pungent perfume. Murina knew the odor belonged to some expensive designer fragrance Rapture always wore. Its scent was intoxicating to her. She would have been wearing it herself except she refused to imitate her rival. That and there was also the inconvenient truth she couldn't ignore: it was way out of her price range. What isn't out of reach, she sneered to herself, is the sleepy-time rag I'm holding and Rapture's face. She reminded herself to thank Kid Crimson for providing a bottle of chloroform, no questions asked.

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The sound of a door opening and closing prompted Murina to finish her preparations. She knew her target was approaching. It wasn't the distinctive clops of heels which convinced Murina that their wearer was Rapture. It was the scent of an overly pungent perfume. Murina knew the odor belonged to some expensive designer fragrance Rapture always wore. Its scent was intoxicating to her. She would have been wearing it herself except she refused to imitate her rival. That and there was also the inconvenient truth she couldn't ignore: it was way out of her price range. What isn't out of reach, she sneered to herself, is the sleepy-time rag I'm holding and Rapture's face. She reminded herself to thank Kid Crimson for providing a bottle of chloroform, no questions asked.

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