Dash into a side door

Stiletto assessed the situation quickly. The end of the alley was in darkness, meaning it might be a dead end, but even if it wasn't it was too far away for her to reach it unseen. Aside from a couple of dumpsters there wasn't anywhere to hide, meaning any hunter worth their salt would know where she was hiding. And fighting? Three amateurs might be do-able, but even amateur hunters carried things like tasers. Fighting would be a quick end to the show.

Ahead and to the left a light caught her eye. It was recessed in an alcove. Rushing over as fast as her ****-laden system allowed she saw a barely visible sign on the door. 'Enter'

"Don't mind if I do," he drawled.

"What?" Morwen asked.

"Nothing, just found a door," she responded, pulling the door open, but not before praying it wasn't squeaky, or that the interior wasn't blaring music. Fortunately it opened easily, like it was meant for discrete use. She slipped inside with barely any space between her and the door-frame, and eased the door shut.

"Wish I could lock this, but that'd tell them exactly where I am," she muttered, wincing a little at the idea of hiding. She was supposed to be dazzling, not just in looks but in what she did. Making daring escapes, performing athletic feats, all the while showing off her best sides. Which, she smirked, were all of them.

"Um..." Morwen sounded hesitant. It was so unlike her that Stiletto couldn't help but freeze in alarm.

"Morwen?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"What's up?"

"Well..."

"Don't tell me they caught on to you."

Technically Morwen helping Stiletto wasn't illegal, but the show liked to control the players, to be able to market them and make sure they all knew the rules. Probably some insurance bullshit, Stiletto thought, but she'd never felt like volunteering Morwen's help and risking them taking it away.

"What? No."

"Oh. Great," Stiletto breathed out a sigh of relief, and strode forward. There was a curtain five feet in front of the door, which seemed odd, and she couldn't hear anything beyond it. Moving quietly past a pair of closed doors she eased up to the curtain.

"It's just that, well..."

"Spit it out already."

"Did you go into the first door on the left?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Oh," was all Morwen said. Shrugging it off Stiletto pulled the curtain a little bit open, just enough to see out without drawing a lot of attention. Her eyes widened, and she pulled the curtain even wider.

"Oh," she echoed her friend.

"Holy shit, it's her!" an excited voice cried out, making her jump back defensively.

The curtain was yanked open all the way, and a pair of middle-aged men filled the hall.

"It's Stiletto! The Hunter!"

"She ain't the hunter, you moron, she's the prey!"

"Goddamn, she's here! I wish I had my Stiletto poster so she could sign it," a third man said from behind them.

"I wish I had my Stiletto blow-up doll so she could sign it. Right on the ass so I could look at it while I fucked it..."

"Hey! Hey! Get back in her and give her some room," another man called out, and the men reluctantly pulled back, giving the celebrity an unobstructed view of the room.

Row upon row of shelves cluttered a medium-sized room, some low, some high, all cluttered with products and arranged in a nearly maze-like pattern. Upon the shelves she could make out dvds, and on one of them...

"A porn shop?" she gaped.

"Dale's Adult Entertainment Center. Sounds classy, don't it?" asked the man who'd reined in the others. He was bald, fat, and middle-aged, and patted a glass sales-counter affectionately. A tv above him showed a woman and a trio of men athletically performing.

Stiletto's shock lasted until giggles in her ear turned into a peel of laughter.

"A p-p-p-p-porn shop!" Morwen hooted, laughter interrupted by hiccups.

"This isn't funny," Stiletto muttered. "They're right behind me."

"Behind you? The hunters?" the owner got a wide grin on his face. "Hey, we've got half a dozen gents here who'd be happy to protect you. For a price," he winked.

"P-p-p-p-p-porn shop!"