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"My, My, My, how odd I would run into you in a place like this?" I say grinning deviously. He huffs and lowers his head knowing good and well he'd meet me here.
The music is thumping and the lights have already made me higher than the moon. He visits The Butterfly often, but never seemed to come here for the high.
He watches me wobbling up the stairs and as soon as we get into a room he starts ripping my clothes off in shreds. I feel his warm skin against mine and everything after seems like a wonderful white blur of pleasurable sensations and colorful sights.
I awake in a room with no sound or lights with no one.
I sigh and turn on my side, he left me before I got to say goodbye again. Before I got the chance to say I wish we could get to know each other besides in bed. My eyes wonder around the room, my clothes or what once were my clothes, my shoes tumbled over with my socks in them, the dirty marble floor of the guest bedroom, and the oak door.
My eyes widen, there's a note on the dresser. I quickly sit up and reach for it, straighting it out as fast I can.
It reads "Meet me in the old abandoned district" and a little map of which building.