Lara's debt

Lara settles into the passenger seat, the heater blasting warm air against her drenched clothes. As the car accelerates down the dark, rain-slicked road, the lawyer looks over at her with a smug, condescending smile.
"I suppose you don't have any money," he says smoothly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
"What are you going to do now? If you want, I can find a room for you... a friend of mine owns a brothel nearby. I could easily set you up there for the night."He looks at her drenched clothes, his eyes lingering for a second too long. He clearly thinks he has the ultimate upper hand over a bankrupt aristocrat, assuming she will accept any dark offer just to have a roof over her head.Lara looks out at the rain-slicked windshield, a cold, dangerous smile playing on her lips. She catches the insult and the opportunity instantly. This corrupt lawyer has just given her the perfect opening to get directly to the city's underground district, all while underestimating exactly who he is dealing with.,"
he says, his voice dripping with false pity. "What are you going to do now, Miss Croft? A woman used to luxury doesn't survive long on the streets of the city center."

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