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This wouldn’t normally be her sort of scene. Not the gambling part — Artemis had spent plenty a night in the dens run by Greyback’s packs — but more the promotion to high society. As she had moved from Virtue Alley to Horizont Alley for work, the time she spent in social circles with clients who liked to think they had some semblance of a relationship with her outside of her work had also moved onto places with stricter dress codes and higher prices. The way she had ended up here tonight was slightly dodgy and certainly something her boss wouldn’t approve of — money exchanged for her to be a pretty good luck charm on someone’s arm. While he was distracted by his game, she entertained herself at the bar and sidled up to the hostess. “So I hear this is your gig? What made you want to do something like this?”