Circe had a rather firm policy on her business. If the cash is there, I do not care.


Oh if something screamed this will attract the Feds, then she was warry. And upped the price. Forging barrels and parts for guns to make the trace harder, swapping parts between models, it was easy to muddy the tracing. Well, easy for Circe if time consuming.


And time is money.


Then there was the reason many folks sought out weapons. Vengeance and wrath. Someone had wronged them or they wanted to wrong someone. Either way, the Summer could get paid in cash and glamour by her customers. Certainly there were others. Professionals, discount discrete export seekers, adventurous types, and the fearful. But anger, hot or cold, was a constant emotion in most of her clients.


Like this girl she was showing how to use a revolver. The girl was getting the pull right and hit the can this time. The teenager had a black eye, messily cut hair, and a number of smalls cuts on her arms' outside. The hair didn't look like a fashion statement and the rage whenever she noticed Circe looking at her hair was telling.


Someone wanted revenge.


How could a Summer not support such an endeavor by making sure the kid knew what she was doing? All for a little Glamour.

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Not much, but free glamour and promoting her Court's ideals during a sale? The Summer Queen liked that.