"You really disappoint me, Melantha. In a good way, of course." A large reptilian man in a perfectly-pressed suit calmly paced back and forth in front of the Gothic-Lolita girl, who was perched on the roof of a run-down car in the middle of a scrapyard. The man patiently waved a new-looking, shiny object in front of him.
"And how is that, Mr. Ranthr?" Melantha spoke in a flat-voice, her mind trained to hide emotion in front of businessmen such as the reptile-man in front of her.
"And how is that, Mr. Ranthr?" Melantha spoke in a flat-voice, her mind trained to hide emotion in front of businessmen such as the reptile-man in front of her.