The neon glow of the club’s sign bled into the night as the door swung shut behind Mirabella. She inhaled fresh breath into her lungs. The low bass from inside still pulsed in her bones, but out here it was quiet. Too quiet and she loved it. She hasn't changed her work outfit yet, she doesn't know if it was allowed, but she was going home in her work outfit. She just needed to get home as soon as possible. She was very tired and exhausted. Her bones felt weak, not entirely from work. But also ...