Lara's debt

Lara nods firmly and counts out $250, handing the crisp bills directly to the owner."Deal," Lara says smoothly. "Just make sure those clean clothes are waiting for me upstairs."The owner smiles with satisfaction and signals a nearby security guard to hand over the key to Room 204. Lara takes the brass key, turns to the customer, and leads him up the plush, carpeted staircase away from the crowded lounge.The moment they step inside Room 204, the warmth of the room hits her. A hot shower steams in the adjacent bathroom, and a fresh set of dark, athletic clothes has already been laid out on the dresser. The customer locks the door behind them, a eager smile on his face as he moves closer. Lara casually leans against the edge of the bed, her sharp eyes scanning the room for any improvised tools while calculating exactly how she will incapacitate him without making a sound.