Stay as Nancy, brief the performers

You don't linger, slipping into the elevator without a second thought. The bride is too busy, and the wedding party are getting ready at a pace. There's too much risk here, and you've got plenty of time. You give a brief smile as you step out of the elevator on the ground floor, making way with your shapely thighs for one of the bridesmaids, who seems to be hurrying up to the exclusive floor: you guess she was Jo's customer earlier. You give a neat nod, propping your glasses against your tan skin.

Nobody suspects a thing.

You walk out, down the corridor, and across the lobby, heels clicking against the floor, Nancy's uniform tight against her body, making you feel magnificent. You watch as the staff pay attention to you with polite subservience given your position, and calmly walk out to the marquee waiting in the grounds. This is why you accepted the offer - not that you had much choice, cornered by an imposter in a car park. Right now, you are a middle-aged Indian woman, and nobody knows the difference. You have her knowledge, her skills... you are her.

You enter the marquee. Serving staff are still laying tables and arranging a dance floor. Technicians are checking the sound system, and securing power cables to make sure the event is perfect. You keep a firm gaze and disinterested air, striding through into the performer's area.

The 'backstage' is small, an open space with brief screens for changing. Currently it's a mess of clothes and wires, with a small table and mirror set up for makeup. A few bags are set down, half-open, but everything is organized chaos. Nancy's inherently neat nature flinches a little as you look around with her deep brown eyes, and you lift up a costume, hanging loosely over the top of the screen, with disdain.

"Yeah?" There's a voice from behind. You turn around sharply. Standing in front of you is a young woman, perhaps only 20, with short-cut blonde hair twisting out in a modern cut. She's a classic 'quirky' beauty - pale skin, large eyes, and round cheekbones with a wide grin. She's short, with a toned body under cargo pants and an old Iron Maiden T-shirt, and perky breasts creating an hourglass figure.

"Oh, hello," you smile. "I'm Nancy, the planner."

"Oh, right!" She smiles and offers you her hand. You shake. "I'm Janet. Janet Bolsh. Part of the magic act."

"Excellent. Well, I just wanted to run through the arrangements for this evening."

"OK," the girl shrugs, blowing a bubble with some gum. "Well, we're pretty much set. Dan's going to run the main show for the kids, I'm going to work the tables, do some basic sleights, things like that. Card tricks, y'know?"

"That's right," you say, slowly, walking around the screen. "Everything seems in order. Is Mr Hancock around? Or Ariel, our singer for the night?"

Janet wrinkles her nose. "Nah, they're not around. So not much point running through things, I guess?"

You turn and smile, pointing the pen at her.

"No," you say. "I guess not."

*****

You shake your blonde hair, slipping the white fishnet stockings right up your thigh, and feeling the tightness of your corset. Janet's costume is elegant but arty, as it's meant to be. Finishing the costume, you lean forward to the table and set the small, undersized top hat on your brow. In the mirror, you can see Janet's mischievous eyes sparkling. You still need to put on her makeup - she hadn't decided whether to go for some clown-inspired look, or glittery mystique - but otherwise you're ready for the show.

You chew your gum, blowing out a large pink bubble. Nancy's recovered from 'slipping' on the mess, and has headed back to the main hotel to leave you to prepare. Dan's still not back, and you haven't seen 'Ariel' since she made some snide remark about the event being beneath her and how much money the Vincents were throwing at her to attend. Janet's barely getting two hundred for the night, and is using it to pay her way through college.

Not that you care. Janet's just a disguise to get to the Bloom. And as her you can now you're perfectly placed to take the Bloom. You could just 'perform' a trick with it, and the real Bloom will be yours.

But the actual event hasn't taken place yet. There's still time to take an alternative approach if you want. Janet's perfect and it's fun to be her, but this is meant to be a test of your skills. You could probably impress better if you somehow managed to join the wedding.