She stood there for a time, in the dark place between buildings, letting the last of the piss drip to the ground. She took a deep breath, trying to still force her face to a fa§ade of calm, waiting until the warmth left her cheeks. Then she stepped out into the night of the colony, walking amongst the people, accepting the anonymity of the crowd.
She was well dressed. A black skirt, ending a few centimetres above her knees, a white blouse, fastened with golden buttons, and a jacket, tight at the waist, flaring out below, and padded shoulders. She wore a scarf about her neck, a dark red that caught the highlights of her golden-brown hair. She was quite beautiful, her large, Nile-blue eyes expressive, though at the time they were somewhat dull.

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