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Luca has to die. I invite her over for a quickie, with Miku in the other room. Drinks are had. Hers is spiked with a sedative and dissociative. Once she's groggy and disconnected from reality, I take her to the bathroom, strip her down, and slit her throat. She doesn't struggle. Doesn't even seem to process that she's been cut until her frontside is soaked in blood. I watch, quietly, as she squirms in the tub, gasping for air, pawing at the thick sheet of gore, until her eyes dim. The body goes in the tub. I bring in Miku to see the body… and immediately slit her throat as well, dragging the blade slowly, drawing out the pain. I toss her on top of the corpse in the tub, occasionally kicking her to keep her in there as she loses strength. As she dies, I tell her that I really, really don't like emotional blackmail.

I let the blood drain out, then pack up the bodies to the disposal site to be burned. No fuss. No muss. No trace that they were there, once bleach goes down the drain.

Nothing but a few awkward memories.
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You've accepted a contract for the life of a lounge singer named Jessica Rabbit, who evidently knows too much about something. Seems she was waiting for a lover when you entered. She's off balance, not quite realizing what's going on yet. Perfect.

FINISH HER.