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He spotted her across the room, on one of the stages for scenes, tossing lit matches on another woman in chains, then prancing away and back again. She wore a delighted grin that warmed his heart, and she moved with a feral grace that took his breath away. Sabine. Her red hair was wild, standing out every which way, and she was wearing black leather pants, boots, and a black mesh top over a black bra. He crossed the room, weaving around gyrating bodies and waving away clouds of cigarette smoke. The woman in chains was Alicia, he realized – blonde and delicate, wearing white lace panties and electrical tape over her nipples, a nod to the public nudity laws. She was clearly enjoying herself, but it was Sabine who captivated him.