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Nina, that was the name they had given her. Just as any of the girls in her age group, it started with an N. They were all short and generic. But Nina stood out. She had the best numbers, the best reviews, the best benefits... She was a hound of the underdogs. Also, the girls that were most trusted got to practice magic. So, she taught the other girls what she could in their spare time when no one was watching.

All this had, eventually, lead to the day that her friends had started calling her Ninja. She did not find this any more creative than Nina but she guessed it was meant as a compliment.

Ninja walked up to her next target. Past her went her friends and guests that were scattering the party. They were serving drinks and making people laugh, and taking them to other rooms. It was a good night. The mood was good. The goons, as they secretedly called them, were being distracted by Nora and Nena. No one was being shoved around or beaten. At least not in the lobby, where everyone was accumulated around angular, grey leather couches.

Ninja made sure to put a hipswing in her steps. She needed to seem older. Her target looked uncertain; his eyes twitched enticedly over exposed bodies, while his head was held low intimidatedly. He was not one of the regular, rich, overconfident customers they normally had. He was not here for politics, or fun, or for the booze. He was here for something else.

He was new. Ninja knew by his face and his demeanor. His walls were up high, and his desires were up higher. They had been hidden for a while until they hadn't, and it had lead him here, to this place.

Now that he was here, in the lion's den, those desires were bubbling up inside him, up too high, over the wall. Slowly dripping, down the other side. Every drop was salt water, making the wound ache; drip, drip, drip, until the walls fell like cards.

Ninja had understood this a while ago. A year ago, she had seen it for the first time; had seen the first one turn off his morality, fall victim to his desires. She watched it happen in their eyes, watched them break. Most of them cried afterwards, fell apart at the seams.

And they came back. They were good customers, generous customers. The lucrative kind. The perfect target.

He had noticed her now. Noticed that she was coming towards him. His eyes got stuck on her bellybutton, which poked out between her jeans shorts and her red cropped top. Ninja's long, brown hair waved over her shoulders as she walked but none of that interested him. Just the bellybutton.

"Hey, baby." Ninja said with a smile as she arrived in front of him. "Can I get you anything?"

Even though the man had noticed her before his eyes widened in surprise at her words. "I- what? I, uhm, no. No, I'm ok." He stuttered.

Her smile did not waver. She casually traced a finger along her belly. "Are you sure? You look a bit... thirsty."

His face fell at the wording and he cleared his throat and adjusted himself on his seat before replying. "Uhm, yeah, a... water maybe? I'm just... here for business."

"Oh, yeah?" Ninja asked interestedly, propping a hand on her hip and inquisitively tilting her upper body to the side. It made the top slide up further. "What kind of business do you do?"

His eyes slithered back and forth between her face and her bellybutton. "I... I'm a banker."

"A banker," Ninja repeated impressively. "Wow, that's so interesting. Do you invest in stocks?"

The man's face light up as the familiar topic offered an out. "Yes, I work in Dublin, downtown. St-stocks is my speciality."

"Ugh, I hear the stock market is so stressful." Ninja told him and strolled over to behind the couch. She started massaging his shoulders. He groaned when she dug into the tense muscle.

"Oof," she made sympathetically. "Looks like I have a point."

The man had his eyes screwed shut for a moment as if he could blank out the situation. He was sweating now.

"You know, we have massage tables here... I could do this all night."

The man cleared his throat and adjusted his position again. "That... wouldn't be..."

Ninja leaned her head closer to his ear. "Want to know a secret?"

The man swallowed loudly. He nodded.

"The more fun you have, the more my bosses... like me." She smiled. "I get a nicer room, a nicer bed, more money to get nice things... Really, it's a win-win."

There were whole drops of sweat running down his forehead now. "I- I supp-ose."

"Room number six," Ninja hissed and made him jump a little. "I'll be waiting for you, baby."

He nodded, drips of sweat sprayed off his hair. Ninja let go off his shoulders, turned and walked towards the door of room six. As she passed, a goon moved his attention away from Nora in order to muster Ninja.

She nodded to him and kept walking. He looked content. Nora looked jealous.

Ninja smirked to herself. She did not check on her target. He would follow her, after ten minutes and a shot of Tequila. Her smile widened as she retreated to the private room to prepare the bed. She could not wait to see him break.