When Eric thought about the way Crystal had stood up to Richard, he remembered the whore who’d spat wine in his face the last time he’d been at the club. The girls were similar in height and figure, and they both had the same stunning eyes. Eric shook his head in an attempt to shake the feeling of déjà vu. Could they be the same girl? - he asked himself - No. That was impossible. After all, the whore had a mole at the corner of her eye!

Eric turned to the entrance of the club and saw ...