Stick with what works.

"I say we stick with the glamour," you suggest. "It's a reliable trick, and it lets us get ourselves into position, instead of flailing about trying to catch them."

Maya nods. "You're right. I mean, I suspected something might be up and I still didn't put the dots together until it was too late."

"I agree," says Robert. "This went a lot smoother than chasing down Amanda did."

"Or this stud," says Jess wrapping an arm around you. "I mean, fuck, if you'd gotten the right keys, you'd probably still be a pathetic mortal." She glances at Amanda. "Hell, you both might be."

Amanda shudders at that. "Uggh, don't joke. The thought of being stuck as that boring, plain little stuck-up bitch instead of being the amazing slut I am now..." She winces.

"Fuck, what were we all afraid of?" says Derek. "Immortality with a side order of eternal ecstasy?" He looks around at the group. "So, how do you work that trick? Remember, some of us are new at this."

Jess instructs them in the art, and soon the seven of you are off to the furniture store, passing several wrecked shops and a growing crowd of Infected. Luckily, the power of your pack radiates off of you even when disguised--the pathetic creatures scurry away as you approach, staring at you with envious eyes. They have yet to achieve your power, and somehow you understand that even if they do, they will probably never be the sort of mighty and powerful masters of sin that you and your pack are. The lengthy stroll is thus largely spent in idle chit-chat.

"...Actually impressed," says Robert to Mick. "I sorta assumed you were just a dull layabout dealing weed, molly, and uppers on the side, but look at you. Working a genuine business."

Mick nods. "Yeah, I was doing pretty good at it, before all this happened. Frankie was suggesting I move into heroin, but... fuck that shit is serious, and I was starting to think I was a bit over my head already. I mean, ironic talk of knee-capping was becoming distressingly frequent, which had me suspecting that it was sort of not ironic."

You reach the entrance of the furniture outlet, which proudly declares "NO MONEY DOWN!" on a big poster out front, and walk in.