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groans...

Wha...?

gasp

Rapture?

But...

How unfortunate.

How interesting.

Who's there?

Did we get this one wrong?

It would be a first.

You two?!

Yet here we are.

Yet here she is.

I don't...

I guess that means we got it wrong then.

That sets an unnerving precedent.

I'd call it a tantalizing mystery!

How...

Where am I?

Everywhere.

And nowhere.

A world between worlds.

The space between spaces.

Oh...kay?

[Sponsored by Tequila. Tequila: Nature's Reset Button.]

Why

am I here?

To be perfectly honest dear...

...we haven't the faintest idea.

You said that I would be free.

That I would never

come back here.

We said you didn't belong in this reality.

Though apparently the universe

disagrees with us.

Indeed.

How unfortunate.

How interesting.

sighs deeply

What am I supposed to do then?

That's the question, isn't it sister?

The one that can never truly be answered.

["How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?"]

You've left Rapture once before, dear.

But then you decided to come back.

Just because one leaves a room...

...Doesn't mean they're obligated to return.

The Lutece device...

Oh, you're right, she

IS a quick study.

Oh you know what they say...

...knowing is half the battle.

Indeed it is!

But as they also say...

...there are always two halves to a battle.

I wonder how she'll fight the...

...other half?

Wait-

What do you mean?

You've a long road

ahead of you little songbird.

I suggest you get to work.

There's only one way I'm

getting out of this city:

By going through it.

Which means...

I'm going to need a weapon.

Something other than guns.

Guns lead to violence.

And violence usually means

someone ends up dead.

[Resulting in a lengthy OSHA Fatality/Catastrophy Investigation (FCI) taking place.]

I've already died twice.

I've no interest in dying a third time.

This time around...

I'm thinking a more...

Natural

approach is appropriate.

Perfect.

Ma'am...

Are you going to

puchase the outfit?

Or not?

I'm a bit...

tight

...on money right now.

But I'm sure I could make it up

to you in a...

big

...way.

[Why, Ms. Comstock, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?]

Ma'am...

I...

Y-you need to either buy the outfit...

Or put it back, ma'am.

Don't you like what you see?

Ma'am you're very

attractive but...

Would you like to see more?

Ma'am... please...

That outfit is very

expensive...

I think I can...

work it off.

Is there some place private

we can use to...

'discuss payment?'

Oooh!

Rapture's treated you well.

Do you know how the French make love?

I suspect you're about to show me.

First we get you...

nice and wet.

Then we do...

this.

[full auto mode activated]

Did your mother raise you to be

so shameless?

Shame never earned a woman a damn thing.

For a store-room...

...there's not much storage in here.

It's a niche store

Low-volume

High-value

merchandise.

You don't say...

Speaking of high-value...

[Fuller-auto mode activated]

...how am I doing?

If this is really...

how the French do things...

it's a wonder they still have kids.

[The French Ministry on Foreign Affairs would like it to be known that the total lack of a) wine b) Edith Piaf and c) the Notre Dame Cathedral make this a wildly inaccurate depiction of French mating behavior.]

This is downright plain

compared to some of the things

I learned in Paris.

Oh Heavens...

I'm about to-

Cum for me!

Help me cover this outfit's cost!

Speaking of that

outfit...

You've worked off the shirt I think.

Now for that dress...

Get up.

Ooooh...

Off!

I like men who take control.

Have you heard how they

do things in Greece?

I suspect you're about to show me.

First...

we get you nice and wet.

Ooh!

Then, we do

...this.

You've been to Greece before...

..haven't you?

Guilty as charged.

Didn't you say...

...that dress was expensive?

You're right...

I did.

We'd best increase your...

...re-

MITTANCE!

[The Greek Ministry of Foreign Affairs would like it to be known that this is, in all honesty, a fairly true-to-life portrayal of Greek mating behavior.]

Ohh-hh fuck yess!

Make my ass work

for these clothes!

"Eight Huntsman Carbines...

Eight Thompson machine guns...

Four Spencer shotguns."

[...and a par-tri-ige 'in a pear tree!]

Wh-wha...

What??

"Payment as agreed upon delivery."

"Low-volume,

high-value merchandise."

Right?

W-wait! I-I can explain!

The people in this district

have no respect

for high fashion.

Normally I wouldn't touch

such vile things

but the money-

You're entitled to the but the money-

You're entitled to the

sweat of your brow.

However that 'sweat' may come to be.

Truthfully I don't care about your little...

...gun-running gig.

I just need some clothes

for my evening with Sander.

Sander Cohen?

Is there another Sander

of import in Rapture?

You know...

this shop of yours is rather drab.

Not to mention entirely out of place

in this shithole district.

It's almost

spiteful isn't it?

Let me walk out with these clothes,

and I'll talk to Sander about getting

you a front-row boutique

in Fort Frolic.

Really?

Do I look like the kind of girl

who'd lie after letting you...

razz her berry?

Well...

All right.

Please let me know what

Mister Cohen says?

Of course.

I have no intention

to meet with Cohen.

He has nothing of value for me right now.

Speaking of value

Ryan's words to represent Rapture

are nothing short of serendipity.

"No gods or Kings."

"Only man."

Gods and kings can be

so difficult to manipulate.

But men?

Men are easy.

I'm coming for you Suchong.

Does she intend to whore her way through Rapture then?

The length of the dress surely leaves little else

to the imagination.

Hmm.

How unfortunate.