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Markul
Markul looks at the number code on the keys to figure out where they had stayed the night before. There are two rooms, one for each of them. He does not know which key belonged to which woman, so he just chose one and handed it to Sive at the door.
"OK...let's put you to work. But first, let me take care of something."
Markul begins to smoke and his proportions melt and mix with one another until he reassembled himself to be the perfect match of the Eastern girl that had just been met downstairs.
"This should give us a good excuse if somebody catches us."
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