He didn’t smile. “Sit.”
She sat. The core’s hum vibrated through her ribs. -DS-She Went to Entertain Her Client-Honda Momo...
“Entertain you?” she said, picking up the chip. “Let me show you what I can really do.” He didn’t smile
“Of course you don’t.” He reached into his jacket—not for a weapon, but for a data chip. “Here is my entertainment. Decrypt this. Now. Or the bomb in your heel detonates.” “Entertain you
Outside, the rain stopped. The neon still bled. And Momo, the entertainer who was never just an entertainer, walked out of the penthouse with a new client, a new purpose, and a bomb in her heel that was now a promise.
“Honda-sama,” she purred, stepping forward. “I’m Momo. Here to entertain you.”
She went to entertain her client. She left with a war.