Glimmer knows exactly who she wants to be killed...

Glimmer takes a slow breath. “I have a client whose name is Alexander. I- I don’t know his last name, but–”

“I’ll figure it out,” Two Trick murmurs, her eyes darting to the TV as she loses interest in the subject. “You live here?”

Glimmer gnaws on her lower lip. And then narrows her gaze. “What the hell does it look like?”

“Relax,” Two Trick’s intense eyes harshly fix on Glimmer, flaring slightly into a dull shade of red as if a warning. “I’m spending the night here, so you might as well get used to me.”

“Who said I was housing you?” Glimmer guffaws.

“Perhaps I should just go to Pink Heat and tell your boss that one of their girls has gone all lovely-dovey. I bet my reward would be this place, even for a month.”

The retort prompts Glimmer to choose her words carefully. “I’m not complaining, I’m just surprised someone like yourself doesn’t have their place to hold up at. That’s all.”

Two Trick smirks. “That’s what I thought. What do you have to eat in here?”

“Yogurt,” Glimmer glances at her kitchenette, the refrigerator stocked with water bottles, Greek yogurt, real fruit, and probably some oats. Honestly, everything was so girly and expensive, the idea of showing it to the contractor made Glimmer feel self-conscious for some reason, and a blush started to build on her cheeks. “And some other stuff.”

Two-Trick’s skirt hugs her backside like a uniform the girls at Pink Heat wear, and it causes Glimmer to look away, feeling uncomfortable that her first-ever guest is a seductive contractor connected to Sevens… The deal, and the weight of it, bore down on her shoulders. She wishes she could talk to someone about this, but feels terribly alone now.

Two-Trick sits on the couch and crosses her legs. “Want to dance for me, too?”

“Do I have to?” Glimmer murmurs, hugging herself.

“Maybe,” Two Trick says, eyeing Glimmer heavily. “Might be kind of funny to make you dance. Wouldn’t want you to drop out of practice or anything, would we?”

There’s a long pause as all that’s heard is the buzzing and Two-Trick’s swallowing, then a harsh comment, her eyes on Glimmer. “Fuckin’ whore…”

Glimmer shoots a glare back at Two Trick. “You want me to dance or not?”

Two Trick bursts out laughing, but doesn’t answer; instead, she watches with some kind of curious curiosity… After she stops laughing, she smiles evilly at Glimmer. “Are you going to fucking dance or not?”

The buzzing from the black box continues, many of the functions in the room are disabled... Glimmer swallows, feeling betrayed by her security system. She wishes more than ever David was here, though she doubts he could do anything... If at all anything, he might've been killed by now.