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Samantha heard footsteps and the door opened, revealing a rather tired looking Facilier. He looked down at soaked woman and cocked an eyebrow.

"Sammy?" He asked, leaning against the door. "What are y'all doin' here, chere? Come inside, you'll catch a cold out there." He placed an arm over her shoulder and led her inside the emporium. She pressed against him, shaking from the cold. Samantha swallowed, catching sight of the various bones and such he had on shelves and on the walls. He led her to a table and sat her down in the chair. He sat across from her and looked at her.

"It's late," he said. "You shouldn't be out this late. The streets can get dangerous at night. Lester ain't even half of it." Samantha nodded, trying hard not to think of why she was there. She glanced up at him and her stomach twisted with guilt.

It's either him or you, she reminded herself. You need the money.

"Want a drink?" He asked her. Samantha nodded again and he got up and walked away from the table. When he returned he had a wine bottle and two glasses. He placed the glass down in front of her and filled it halfway. Samantha took the glass and gulped it. Facilier chuckled. "Take it easy chere," he said, pouring a little more into her cup. She nodded and took a small sip this time. He sat back down across from her and poured himself some wine. He looked at her and gave a slight smiled. Samantha shuddered.

"I'm cold," she said, trying to not let her fear and guilt show. Facilier nodded and made a purple towel appear in his hand. He handed it to her and she took it, using it to dry her brown hair. As she tried to dry herself, Facilier watched her patiently. Once she had finished, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"So," he said, looking at her. "Mind tellin' me why y'all are here, darlin'?" Samantha swallowed.

"Just wanted to visit," she said. She looked at him and started to get cold feet.

I can't do it, she told herself. She stared at her glass as she heard him get up from the table and walk behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them.

"Do what?" He asked, causing her to freeze.

"W-what?" She squeaked, earning a chuckle out of him.

"I read your mind," he said simply.

"You what?" She gasped.

"Couldn't help it chere," he said as he went back to rubbing her shoulders. "Sorry." Samantha nodded and took another sip of wine. She closed her eyes as he massaged her shoulders. "You're too tense," he whispered in her ear. "I know why you're here," he told her. Her eyes went wide as her stomach twisted with fear.

"Y-you do?" She asked. He chuckled.

"'Course," he said. "You ain't the first chere to visit me." Samantha relaxed slightly, regaining some of her confidence. "So," he continued, "'m I right?" Samantha nodded. Facilier smiled and took her hand, helping her out of the chair. He sensed her apprehension and frowned. "If y'all ain't ready chere, we don't have to." Samantha shook her head.

"I'm ready," she said. Facilier smiled and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed and looked at her. Samantha sat up and cautiously began to take her dress off. She glanced over and saw Facilier's shadow, causing her to stop. "Can he leave?" She asked. Facilier nodded and the shade left the room. She continued undressing as Facilier slipped his clothes off. He got into the bed besides her and gently kissed her.

"Just relax," he told her. "I won't hurt you."

Break

Samantha laid in the bed besides Facilier. She moved closer to him, resting her head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. She remembered her plan and her stomach twisted with guilt. He ran his hand through her hair and frowned.

"What's wrong darlin'?" He asked her. "You seem tense." Samantha took a deep breathe and sighed.

"I haven't been completely honest," she confessed. "I-I came here plannin' to have you hanged for sleepin' with me. But I'm not going to." She added quickly. She swallowed, starting to tremble in his arms. "I'm sorry," she said, fearing for her life. Facilier began to chuckle; a deep sound that echoed through his chest.

"That all?" He asked. Samantha looked at him.

"You aren't mad?" She asked. Facilier shook his head.

"I ain't mad," he said. He played with her hair and kissed her. "I knew somethin' was up the moment you stepped into my little emporium. I've also known you didn't have it in you to kill a man since I first saw you." Samantha breathed a sigh of relief and rested her head against his chest.

"Thank you," she said, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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