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тАЬPhoenix.тАЭ Bellerophone turned to glance at her, his eyes glittering. тАЬI like that.тАЭ And then he took her
hand and kissed it.

Irena resisted an urge to wipe her hand off on her dance outfit. Mr. Bellerophone looked her up and
down, as if measuring her. The outfit was one of JPтАЩs best, a silk blue kimono carved overtop her breasts
and cut into banners around her legs. Yet despite the fact that she took most of it off almost every single
night, she had a sudden, chilling need to cover herself up in front of him. She pressed her knees together.
And though she hated herself, her hand swept the card into her lap. She needed the money bad and she
didnтАЩt see herself making that much this winter onstage. The club was too close to the Twin Tower
disaster area and getting people in was a job. Getting them to stay even harder.

No tippers meant no tips.

And then what would she and Lilly do? It wasnтАЩt like there were a lot of jobs availableтАжand really, she
liked dancing. The music. The dance that made her feel alive when she felt like shit mostly all the time.
She couldnтАЩt see herself scrubbing floors or waiting tables. Anyway, all those types of jobs were done
during the day when her astigmatism was at its worse.

Bellerophone pushed open the Exit door, letting in the lights, smoke and stink of the city. тАЬIt was nice to
meet youтАжPhoenix. Maybe IтАЩll see you again.тАЭ

Irena didnтАЩt know what to say.

A moment later Bess flew through the stage door past her, her flash dancerтАЩs outfit glittering like
Broadway all over her. Bess Girimonte always looked pantherish to Irena, dark and lithe, teeth white as
light. Even her name purred. Bess slapped her on the shoulder before making a beeline for the coffee pot.
тАЬGirlтАжthem boys are sweatinтАЩ tonight!тАЭ She poured herself a mugful, then watched Mr. Bellerophone
exit stage left. тАЬWhat you doing in here talkinтАЩ to that hustler?тАЭ

Irena looked toward the heavy pneumatic door swinging closed.

Mr. Bellerophone was gone. And so was Erebus, when she thought to check behind her, which meant
she could talk freely with Bess.

тАЬHeтАЩs got a job.тАЭ

Bess flopped down into the seat opposite Irena, yet she still somehow managed to make it look graceful.
She lit up a long slender cigar and grinned, her teeth shining like pearls in her dark face. тАЬHe gonna make
you a star?тАЭ

тАЬHe says.тАЭ Irena sipped her coffee, then put more cream and sugar into it and stirred it around. тАЬWhat
do they make you do?тАЭ

тАЬNo sex. You make him realize that early on and everything will be fine.тАЭ

тАЬNo sex. Riiight. No sex in a porn film.тАЭ

Bess grinned and said, тАЬItтАЩs all fakinтАЩ it anyway. You ever hustle on the streets, youтАЩd know.тАЭ Bess
struck a dramatic pose and went into her Scarlett OтАЩHara routine, the same one she used in all her films,
complete with a fake accent from the South where sheтАЩd never been: тАЬOh LanceтАжoh dahlingтАжAh do