Nixi (P.O.V.) 1948 I was half drunk, but I still had control a my body as I followed some poor fucker ta his apahtment. Let me explain who I am. My name is Nixi Marcel. I'm what most people would call a whore. Stripper, ho, prostitute, exotic dancer, whatevah. But I prefer the term, "Private Entertainer" Hell, I was the best woman in New York. An I also belonged ta a powerful Mafia Mob boss. I was entitled. My main job is ta sleep around, con some poor suckah out of his money while he slept.
ANYway, we hadn't even been inside foah even a second befoah the creep was tryna feel me up. Eugh.
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He backed up a bit an turned ta a small table by the bed. "Ah, what am I thinkin? A lady should be entitled ta a glass a chardonnay befoah bed~" I smirked 'hmm...this guy's interesting.' I thought ta myself. "Such a Gentleman. Knowin how ta treat a gal~" the man chuckled befoah handin me a wine glass full a the raw gold liquid. I crossed my legs seductively as he sat down next ta me. I took a long thirsty sip a the liquah as the fool watched expectantly. I thought he was lookin at me kinda funny. I turned ta him "you okay? Do I got sumthin in my teeth?" He just smirked evilly "How do ya feel sweetheart?~" I gave him a weird look befoah answerin."....Fine.....wh-aahh!!!!" I was cut off when a wave a pain shot through my body. I groaned an clutched at my stomach as I fell to the floor. The man stood up and stared down at me as my vision began to fade. "Hahaha.... Just wait till ol Maxy finds out I poisoned his little toy...~" I glanced to the neahly empty wine glass. "W-wha....."
