"Hundred dollars!" says the woman with the knife. She swung it around and gave a wicked smile.
"Going ounce, going twice, SOLD!" Betsy yells to the crowd.
She stands up and is few inches taller than you. She was very beautiful but seems to have a bit of hate in her eyes. She doesn’t say anything and simply gives Betsy the money. The inhabitants of the room were afraid of her.
You can hear a faint whisper from the crowd, "That’s Crazy Tiffany. Watch your back with her kid. It been rumored that she killed a hundred people by the time she was 12 and can shoot a wing of a fly about hundred yards."
Tiffany grabs you by your chest and pulls your body over her shoulders, and brings you up to one of the private rooms.
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