women began to walk into the room.

The main doors to the foyer open again, and for a moment, it's like the world holds its breath.

The first woman through is Adriana. She's petite, a delicate frame wrapped in a dress that probably costs more than a month of your rent. Her expression is one of mild boredom mixed with a flicker of assessment as her sharp eyes scan the assembled men. She offers a tight-lipped smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

Next is Rae. She moves with a shyer grace, a stark contrast to Adriana. The vibrant tattoos cascading down her arms are a startling counterpoint to the innocence in her wide, dark eyes. She clutches her small purse like a shield, her gaze darting between the floor and the intimidating line of men before her.

Then comes Teanna. She owns the space she occupies. Her walk is a practiced strut, her ebony skin glowing under the chandeliers. She isn't looking at the men as potential partners so much as a selection of valuable resources. Her smile is pure, unadulterated business.

A blonde woman enters next, all sun-kissed curves and a genuinely warm smile that seems to light up the room. Sky. She has a "girl next door" vibe, if the girl next door happened to be a centerfold. Her expression is open and hopeful, a stark contrast to the calculations and postures around her.

And lastly, Mia. She is a whirlwind of unrestrained confidence. Thick in all the right places and dressed to accentuate every single one. She stops in the center of the doorway, hands on her hips, and surveys the room with a look of pure, predatory delight. Her laugh is a loud, hearty bark that cuts through the lingering tension.