Teryl's Tales of Whim~The Private-Eye peered past the smoke to the doorway, in which stood a comely dame.
Her ballerina-like legs went all the way up to a healthy pair of hips, with a human torso constricted by a clingy red garment.
"You here for the job?" the investigator asked, opening a window to let the smoke out.
"I am," she purred toothily, eyes hungry.
The sleuth leapt out onto the sunny fire-escape; the Gampyres were getting better at disguises!
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