[The picture of "Giselle" on Ember is relaxed, hair in loose curls, smiling. The Kim that shows up in the park is her usual rigidly polished self with a tightly wound ponytail and a tailored suit –– out of place, certainly, in the wild and effusive world of pleasure surrounding this little park.
There's something twisted, she thinks, about the way all the neon lights bleed into this little scrap of green. When he arrives, she notes the change, the absence of the lollipop-wielding child that giggled across a cafe table.
Hmm.]
You pay me fifty thousand yen. That's a retainer, and it makes me your lawyer.
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There's something twisted, she thinks, about the way all the neon lights bleed into this little scrap of green. When he arrives, she notes the change, the absence of the lollipop-wielding child that giggled across a cafe table.
Hmm.]
You pay me fifty thousand yen. That's a retainer, and it makes me your lawyer.
[It's a pittance, but it's just a formality.]