Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141109201315

"N-No! Y-You c-why?" Jools groaned, barely able to speak or do anything for that matter, due to his wound.

"You admitted to selling those girls to the Curator, you're no better than him or Damasus, you deserve to burn with them." Nadira muttered, bitterly as she glared down at him, having little to no pity at this point.

"It... It's not my fault... D-Damasus... He makes me...

I don... Didn't want this..."

Nadira just stared at hims, unable to tell if it was lies or excuses, one thing was for certain, it was pathetic.

"That's a fuckin' tragedy..." She muttered as she walked out of his office and left Jools to his fate, she eventually saw Horace and Lielle, 'escorting' the working girls out, onto the streets. She decided to pick up the pace and join them.

"Have we got them all out?" She asked, to either of them.