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"I could ask you the same thing. Can you even afford anything in this shop?" Emilie smirked viciously at Sim, and shut the door behind her. She didn't answer his question. Instead, she stepped away from him and further into the shop.
"Madame," She greeted the woman politely behind the counter, unlike Sim, she had more to barter with than promises and what she was sure Sim thought of as 'charm'.
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