Alora snubbed her cigarette and asked in a particularly detached tone, "So, why do you want to die?"I took in her neatly styled hair, delicate makeup, obviously expensive ensemble, and dazzling high heels. She did the same with me—appraising my loose, threadbare short-sleeved shirt with stains that could never be washed out, and the broken-soled canvas shoes on my feet.A soft chuckle escaped her. "You just need money, right? I can give it to you."She fished a couple of cards from her purse and tossed them at my feet like trash. "There, I've given you money, so what can I expect from you in return? You've got a pretty face. You can repay me with yourself."Alora angled her head to the side as she stood under the hazy moonlight, looking brighter than the moon itself.She took me back to her place that same night. She told me that if I did as I was told, she'd give me everything I wanted.From that day on, I willingly followed Alora and became her secret lover.Alora made good
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