>>26852336>They’d have to be marked with one or be mistaken as part of the entertainment.>The face of semi-drunk humans in suits and dresses, mingled with scantily clad or naked ponies is all that meets your eyes.>Weird—maybe they left already?>You shrug and turn towards the bar.“Time to spend that tab, I guess.”
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>”Hey there, little nurse, can I get a checkup?”>Be Redheart, and be calming your sped heart at the voice that spoke just behind you.>You spin on your heels and face a clean cut man in a tan khaki suit, giving him what you hope is a convincingly friendly smile.>He had a young face and black hair with sunglasses covering his eyes and a cigarette in his mouth.>The man gave you an oily smile as he looked down at you.>Several of his friends took positions around you in a semicircle, with your back against a wall.“I’m sorry, sir, but if would please, ah—!”
>He grabs the ID pass at your neck, yanking it upward and puzzling at it.“Y-Yes, um, as you can see I’m not here for anything more than purchase aide and help finding a suitable m-mare for your interests.”
>The one holding your passcard smirks.“Oh, so suddenly this little piece of paper means you’re not interested? Coulda fooled me.”
>He yanks hard, and the cord snaps.>With a flick of his wrist, the ID card flies down across the crowded floor and is lost among the traffic.>”Oh how about that? No passcard to be seen.”>He reaches behind him a brings out a pocketknife.>The man presses it to your cheek and you feel your face pale.>What on earth?>Was this guy insane!>You feel the blade start to press lightly into your cheek and you feel your legs weaken.>No…>Nonononono, please don’t...>”God, I love the look when there’s a knife to their throat or gun to their head. Fuck, staining that pretty white coat of yours is gonna’ be delicious. You gonna piss yourself little whorse?” 