NEW MIAMI
"It's a Drow city." Yuri spoke as she walked casually into Moran's office in New Miami.
Moran looked up and watched as she came into his office, moving to the small wet bar he kept fully stocked along the wall, as the door slid shut behind her. The light blue jumpsuit Yuri wore clung to her figure like a second skin, and he eyed her hungrily as she poured herself a small glass of three hundred year old scotch.
