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Lacey had recently been moved to a new brothel, and she found herself dreadfully alone. She resented the move, though she knew it was necessary. Necessity didn’t change that she’d had her regular clients, and known the other workers. Been friends with them, bedded many in the kind of casual way that came easy to them, working out one thing or another or for titillation. There’d been Clover, who Lacey could lift clean in the air, though she wasn’t exactly strong. It had always made Clover laugh when she did, and she’d liked Clover’s laugh, so she did it often.