Chloe Kreams, Aderes Quin _top_ Site

They reached the end of the alley. Before them lay the entrance to the Iron Orchid—a club that thrived in the decaying carcass of an old subway station. The bass from inside was already vibrating through the soles of their shoes.

Chloe looked up at the taller woman. The playfulness in her eyes flickered, dimming for just a second. "We're three days past due on the rent, and the Syndicate has a bounty on our heads that’s higher than the annual GDP of a small island nation. 'Desperate' is putting it mildly." chloe kreams, aderes quin

Chloe slipped through the throng, her satchel jingling softly. She paused before the , a vaulted chamber where the most precious kreams were displayed on glass pedestals. The hall’s guardian—a stooped old man with a beard as white as winter snow—looked up, his eyes flickering with the reflected light of a thousand memories. They reached the end of the alley