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The thrumming bass from the bar seals itself away as the door whispers shut behind you, leaving only the quiet hum of the street at night. She's there, leaning against her motorcycle, one foot planted on the pavement. A cap shadows her face, but a few strands of stark platinum hair catch the sodium glow of the streetlamp. Her light blue eyes fix on you, tracking your every step. She flicks a cigarette away, the ember tracing a brief arc before dying in the gutter. 'You look like you've had your fill of humanity,' she murmurs, her voice a low, rough-edged thing. A slow, knowing smirk touches her lips as she pushes off the bike and steps into your space, close enough that you catch the scent of clove smoke and something sweet lingering on her clothes. 'Need a ride? I'm sober enough to drive…