'Verse - αΕβ - OABU - Alternate Olivias - American Olivia

American Olivia
Universe: Blackwood
Continuum: Unknown (B:Male/I:Female/NGRS)
"Nat 20!" Marty yelped joyfully and rolled another dice.
Marty's dice landed on 20 again and he laughed like a madman.
"No way!" His best friend exclaimed.
As the DM, this was infuriating Olivia. She had worked on this dungeon scenario for a week and her friends were into this game a month ago. They shouldn't be beating her game. Marty rolled his third nat 20s and had killed the "deep beholder" with one hit. Olivia facepalmed.
"I sunk your battleship!" Marty laughed and made explosion sounds as he removed the deep beholder piece from the dungeon. Olivia stopped him short of moving it off the board. 
"Quit meta'ing during my game!" Olivia growled. "And DM moves the DM pieces. You move your own piece of shit rogue. And I can't believe how lucky you were. "
"Your game? That's being selfish. I was beginning to like this game."
"You know what I mean, Marty." Olivia sighed and tossed the beholder aside. And thought of adding something from the top of her head before a bell rings outside the stockroom. "I gotta go into the front. Don't move anything while I'm gone."
"Hello?" A feminine voice called out from the front.
Olivia stood up, started for the door and turned back. She noticed Marty fiddling with his stupid, lucky rogue and thought he was nudging it someplace else. "What did I say? Stop being Immature!"
"Immature? I was only checking out the piece. Relax." He looks to his best friend and snickered.
Olivia rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath and went out into the front of her shop. Her customer was easy to find, as the elegant looking woman stood aside from the glass counter. She looked like a high-class socialite. Olivia peeked out the front glass of her store and found the woman's escorts and her jet-black SUV. What is this woman doing inside her porn shop? Slumming? She doesn't look like it. Beautiful though. she thought.
"Hello, Can I help you?" Olivia cleared her throat as she stood the opposite side of the glass counter from the socialite. 
"Perhaps. I'm looking for Miss Hrušková. Do you know if she's here?" The pretty socialite smiled as she asked.
"Maybe." Olivia was now suspicious. Not a lot of people know her real name, let alone the people who she owed money to. The mafia shouldn't know her name. She doesn't look like she's mafia.
"Do you know by saying 'maybe' gives you away, Miss Hrušková?"
Olivia cleared her throat.