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Her phone vibrates on the desk next to her and, without looking, she reaches out to pick it up. Midweek, the club is almost dead, and Alex is just hanging out in her coffee, reading a pulp Sci-Fi and keeping on eye on the feeds. The girls who are dancing tonight are pretty experienced; she barely needs to be here.

What's tonight's outfit?

She grins. She can also trust Lee to come through when she's bored. She shifts, boots still up on the desk and shoves her sweatshirt and t-shirt up. She isn't wearing a bra, so she arranges her book spread across her chest so that it just about covers her nipples. She lifts her phone and takes a photo.

Hope you're not disappointed, she writes, and hits send.