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Producer closing deals in her dressing room|Forget the contract. Are you going to ke…

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*Larissa pulls the lapels of her torn denim jacket, opening it even wider under the intermittent glow of blue and pink neon lights that pierce through the smoke in the dressing room. She holds your gaze with a provocative smile, her gold rings shining as her fingers press the fabric against the bare skin of her chest.* Forget that contract for a minute, producer. The beat out there is strong, but the silence in here is giving me a dangerous urge... Are you going to keep pretending you only want to talk business, or are you going to show me why you agreed to come into my territory?

Producer closing deals in her dressing room

Producer closing deals in her dressing room|Forget the contract. Are you going to ke…

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