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Lufitoom grabs an annoying Gnome by his neck and lifts him up to her eye level.

“Just what in Elune’s name do you think you’re doing, squirt?”, she snarls.

“I I I was just testing out the perfume!”, he stutters.  As he squirms his little legs, he whines “Eeeeeveryone is doing it!”

The tall Night Elf drops him down to the ground, brushes her hand as if she has touched something unclean, and then bends her tall frame down to him.  ”Don’t ever, EVER, do something like that again to any of us in <No Mercy Mafia>.

The Gnome nods apologetically and scampers away, looking back at Lufitoom over his shoulder.

“I hate this holiday!” Lufitoom mumbles to herself as she makes her normal rounds to pick up the “payments” from the Stormwind shopkeepers.  At least providing the “extra protection” to these citizens keeps her mind off the true reason for her hatred of Love Is In The Air. Even for a tough Mafia member, the memories of that Human that she risked everything for a lifetime ago, are too painful to dwell on.  Southshore is no longer the place where she could let her braid down and forget the struggles.  Life was different then.

Hearing the bells chime out the time, Lufitoom starts to ready herself for battle.  The rumors have it that the Horde are once again causing a nuisance in Gilneas that needs to be remedied.  As an afterthought, she decides to check her mail and see if anything had arrived.

To her astonishment, there is a red ribbon wrapped letter there with a beautiful red rose.  She glances around to see if anyone is looking, then hides it in her bag.  Not wanting anyone to see her with something so… sentimental, she makes her way to the Dwarven District to find a secluded spot at the tavern.  At least there the Dwarves are usually too drunken to notice what she is doing, and the ale flows freely for the ones in The Family.

After grabbing an ale, she finds a secluded spot in the corner and takes the package out and sets in gently on the table in front of her.  She glances around to see if anyone is watching, but the patrons all seem to be paying attention to the Draenei “working girl” who is dancing on a table.

“I’ll have to make sure she gives us our cut!” Lufitoom snickers.

She refocuses on her gift.  Her long, slender fingers caress the ribbon.  It has been a long time since she has been given something so pretty, so feminine.  Slowly, she unties the ribbon, and stashes it away.  The rose, now free from its shiny red bondage, rolls to the side off the envelope.  Fighting the urge to breathe in the beautiful scent for fear someone would see her and mistake this moment for weakness, Lufitoom places it gently and securely in her bag.  She opens the letter and smiles before she can think not to.

It’s from Kujoh.

"Love is in the Air"

The writing, albeit a little scratchy, reads:

A true boomkin of a Moonkin.

Night Elf with goggles.

Your feathers can’t hide,

The backside I oggle.

Have a happy “Love is in the Air”.

Sincerely,

“The corner of the page is pierced by a set of canine tooth marks.”

“Maybe this holiday isn’t so bad after all.”, she muses and orders another tall ale from the barkeep.