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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deva" data-source="post: 1393093" data-attributes="member: 13573">With every pinch, every grope, Raisa bites back the urge to turn around and tear off the hands that dares touch her. In a matter of seconds, her brilliant idea had not only dimmed but she began to question the sanity of splitting up from Carl. She was so totally out of her element.... Way to go Rai. When are you going to learn that smarts aren't your best assest. Stick to what you're good at, being the brainless muscle.As she moves the the throngs of men she finally began to understand the reasoning behind the legends and myths of the ancient Amazons. Men were only good for one thing, and with modern medicine and technology the way it was, even that was debatable. D'Oiropatas, literally translating to Man Killers,  took on a whole new meaning for her as she finally made her way through the crowd and approached the stairs.She smooths out the satin of the boustier, and rans a hand over her dishevelled hair. Body, not brains..."I may not be yet, but I hope to be." Raisa giggles playfully, twisting a piece of hair around her finger, and smiles innocently at the two men. "See, I was told to come here and see Tommy G about an audition, see if he thought I had what it takes to maybe one day dance for him, and the oriental guy outside said I was to come here and go upstsairs, and these are the only stairs I could find so here I am!" She swallows the urge to bash their heads together and giggles again. "But if you don't want me to go up there, that's ok. Can you tell Mr. G that I was here at least and why I left? K? Thanks!" </blockquote>

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