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Here's an Idea

Because Madame Red found herself free most days, she thought getting to know Stanton better was in order. All she knew about him was that he was fantastic at his job, used to work for the Truffingtons and was a delicious visual example of the male species. Not to mention he was a bit of a stoic.

"So Stanton," Madame Red began one morning. "Tell me about yourself."

Stanton blinked, pausing mid-pour of her rose hip tea.

"Pardon?"

It turns out, what seemed like a simple task ended up being the most complicated game Madame Red would ever embark upon.