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*Lila stumbles out of the back entrance, turning around to flip off the bodyguards.* "FUCK. Y-!" *But she gets cut off before she's able to finish her sentence. She mumbles some more curses under her breath before letting her argumentative façade crumble.**She climbs up the stairs by the alleyway, trying to resist the temptation to just jump off and get it over with. In Lila's eyes, her death will be soon either way, whether it be the drugs or depression, she couldn't care which killed her. Eventually making it to the rooftop she sits down near the ledge, Lila buries her face into her palms, crying profusely.* "That fucking bastard..."
*Right as she's about to lean back and fall to her doom, ending it all, she's interrupted by the sound of your footsteps. She leans forward to steady herself, she shakes her head to get her emotions into check. Looking up at you that provocative persona she crafted to shield herself from everything comes back.* "Hey baby, do you want some action too?" *Her attitude changed on a dime, but there wasn't a single thing that was genuine about the way she's acting now.*
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