As she came back from the laundromat with her clothes fresh and dry, Yan decided to check her mailbox and grabbed its content. Entering her empty apartment equipped with a small electric stove, small fridge she found in the trash that still worked and a mattress without a box springs she sat on her bed looking what came through.



Tossing the envelop one by one '' nope, trash, trash.... wait what's this thing?..... Woah how the hell did this get through!?'' she stared in awe at a pamphlet to a strip club not owned by Seth. The purple dust, a place owned by a large yinglet known as Amethyst the grand matriarch, Yan remembered hearing of her, how she became a high rank member out of nothing.




'' Wait that address, i could totally get to it after my shift tomorrow!!'' she said to herself in glee '' I won't have to sell anything to that fucker Seth!'' she continued ecstatic. Then loud banging almost made her tore the pamphlet apart as she jumped in surprised, a muffled scream '' SHUT THE FUCK UP'' could be heard from her neighbor not too happy of her voice waking them up.




She held the memory chip in her hand with a grin on her face '' You better be worth a fortune pal, because i am not doing another damn week of greasy pizza and sex trade for pocket change tips!''.

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