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[It's honestly probably a very good thing that Alex had her phone in her hand otherwise there's no way in hell that she would have been able to hear it ring. When it does she just stares at it before she shouts over the din of the loud tech music:]
Hold on.
[There's the sound of her moving through the club, and finally out the door of it where the background noise fades to something more like crowd noise. Alex moves past that before she speaks, and she sounds a little drunk but not shitfaced.]
How the hell do you even know where Excessus is? And yes, Amalia is fine. Trust me, she's a very good Domme who is much in demand. I am fine. And Warren didn't even know I was there!

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"I.." The word is soft, and a question as she looks to the woman who has come to stand next to Alex, and is feeling like she's ready to be herded away from them. "I mean, it's not like I have a choice, do I?" And Alex knows that she doesn't, which is weird for someone who always makes choices, and sticks to them even if they're bad ones.
Especially if they're bad ones honestly.