Kurt kept moving through the Foxhole, his eyes scanning faces and doorways, trying to shake the images burned into his brain.
Three-breasted women. Cat-tailed dominatrixes. He'd seen a lot in his short, memory-less life, but this place was something else entirely.
And then he saw her.
She was standing near the bar, laughing with another girl, her dark blue bob-cut hair tied with a dim blue ribbon on top of her head.
She was short, barely up to his shoulder, wearing a rather peculiar dress compared to the other girls. If not trying to stand out was the objective, she failed spectacularly.
Kurt stopped dead at the sight of her. "I know you."
The girl's laughter cut off. Her large, bright blue eyes, almost teal, went wide, and she turned away quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Sorry," she said with a quiet voice. "You must have me confused with someone else."
