“Fine,” Silver said. “You kill her then.”
“Why would I do that?” Clara said. “She’s not worth my time.”
“She meant enough to show up,” Silver said.
“In this getup?” Clara said while waving a hand down her black dress. “I planned on hoofing the night away on the dance floor, before indulging in their Turkish baths, or ending up at a petting party.”
“More like bend over and take it like a whore,” Silver hissed.
“Why?” Clara asked. “Evelyn is more than enough for me.”
“She is beneath you,” Silver said.
“Beneath, on top, against a wall, sitting on my face,” Clara said. “Makes no difference—”
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