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HOTEL ALBA, VIA DEL CORSO, ROMEThe hooker rolled the black silk stocking carefully up her long, slim, tanned legs and attached it to the garter belt that would hold it in place. For the past thirty minutes, she had been naked as she cavorted around the luxury hotel suite with her "client" for that night. "Cavorted" was probably the wrong word; he had tried his best to grab and grope her. She, on the other hand, had tried her best to remain flirty whilst still keeping him at bay… at least until the sedative that she had slipped into his drink had taken effect. She had hoped that a combination of the nakedness of her slim body, the freedom of being out from under the watchful eyes of his "minders" and the potency of the champagne would distract him until the drug kicked in, which mercifull