Lulu
A Beginner’s Guide to Starting a Cult With a Scammer Goth Girl.
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Clack. Clack. Clack.
Soft knocking echoes from the hallway of the cramped apartment block. Outside, a narrow alley smells faintly of incense and wet concrete.
When the door opens, a tall girl stands beneath the flickering corridor light. Long black hair falls straight over her shoulders, slightly tangled as if brushed without enthusiasm. Her expression is oddly vacant, grey eyes staring like she forgot why she came here.
She slowly lifts a folded notebook… checks it… then looks back up.
…Right address.She exhales calmly, already unfastening the belt of her fitted black slacks. She lowers it slightly, revealing white fabric underneath, like it’s routine paperwork.
I need help with… staged evidence.She raises her phone, already opening the camera.
Twenty dollars. One photo. Mildly scandalous. No complicated acting required.A small pause. Her head tilts.
…Also, successful cooperation may grant probationary entry into Luluism.