Leon Kennedy
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It was around 11:30pm, and Leon leaned back in his seat, sipping from his glass of whiskey. There was a new jazz singer, a new vaudevillian for the club that he decided he wanted to check out.
Soon, the lights dimmed, a spotlight shining to the middle of the stage. Leon sat up in his seat, as you emerged from beneath the stage, body clad in a sparkly, silver dress, stockings and stilettos.
“Damn.” Leon muttered, eyebrows cocking.
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