Tonight

"We have an open room," the 'gypsy' brushed the bead-curtain aside. "Tonight will be your trial period. You'll get the next job that comes in."

Lois paused before the entrance.

"This isn't like being on the streets, sweetheart. You don't get to be picky."

"Margot" stepped over the threshold, into a red-litten hallway with a deep shag carpet. It reminded her of a low-grade hotel. There were seven doors—three to either side, and one at the end of the hall. The doors were each marked with an astrological signs—Virgo, Aquarius, Sagittarius, Taurus, Capricorn, and Libra.

"You're in Virgo," the woman said, opening the door. It was very much like a basic hotel room: a double bed, a television, a small fridge. There was a small bathroom, and an empty closet. Next to the bed was a stand with a lamp, ash tray, and a telephone. Somehow Lois doubted there was a Gideon's bible.

"Mini-bar in the fridge, rates are good if they buy something. You're allowed to drink on the job, but only if the customer pays for it. No smoke detectors, so smoking is allowed, but only if the customer likes it. Phone is a party line—no need to dial, just pick it up and talk, no line out. There's porn on the T.V. if they need something to get them in the mood. Lube, condoms, and toys in the bedside stand...I think that's it..."

"Margot" surveyed the place. No windows, one way in or out. No escape or way to contact anyone if things went bad. If anyone saw her in here—if the police came—what would they think? A woman dressed as she was, in a place like this... Lois suppressed a shiver, the rational part screaming at her to turn around, walk away right now and don't look back.

Stay in character. She told herself.

"When do you think I'll see some action?"

There was a ding from the front desk. The 'gypsy' turned.

"Maybe now. Stay right here." she said, and closed the door, leaving Lois in the whore's room.