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[The video feed clicks on to a young woman sitting on a barstool. Her long fuchsia hair is pulled back into a messy bun and one of her legs is crossed neatly over the other. She's wearing a simple, black outfit. The top is sleeveless, showing off a tattoo of a swan on her bicep. It's still relatively new. Her hand is idly tapping a pen against a clipboard that she's holding against her knee.]

Listen up, Port. My name is Jinx. I own Purgatory. If you don't know who I am or what that is, you're obviously new.

[She clears her throat and recrosses her legs.] Purgatory is a cabaret nightclub located in Sector Five. We recently threw a party for St Patrick's Day and I didn't even get to enjoy it. Why? Because half of my staff didn't show and they're probably all deported or dead. So, think of this as a job opportunity. We're officially hiring.

[The sorceress takes a moment to jot something down on her clipboard before she continues.]

We need hostesses, servers, chefs, and talent. Singers, dancers, musicians, people who can stand up in front of a microphone and make drunk people laugh. I don't wanna say we're desperate, but I'm a crap waitress and there's only so many times Gabriel can pull rabbits out of things before people get bored.

So, if you're interested, say the word. Talk to me now, call me later, or contact this buffoon. [She leans in, putting a hand up to her mouth as though she's whispering a secret.] He's an archangel. Make fun of him for it.

[Jinx grins, showing off a very sharp row of teeth, then shuts off the feed.]