Max tries talking to the girl.

Max watched her twin for a moment. How many copies of her were running around out there she thought to herself as she watched her mirror image dance for the men in the club. Her hips swaying to the music as she ran her hands over her sweat covered body.

Max shuddered in disgust. That was practically her up there, her body getting all these mens off. She didn't even want to know what else her clone was doing. What if someone she knew had wandered into her, or into this club, how would she ever be able to explain that. She had to get this girl to move onto some other town. Seattle only had room for one Max.

The music faded and the girl promptly left the stage, a new girl quickly replacing her.

"Sorry, no thanks," Max absently said to the man who had been trying to buy her a drink for the past five minutes. She eyed the bouncer who stood next to the door that she assumed led back to the dancers dressing rooms. He smiled as soon as he noticed her, thinking she was her clone he reached over and opened the door for her.

The back rooms were surprisingly empty, a few tables with mirrors. Assorted clothing scattered aimlessly around. The only other person there, a young looking girl, ignored Max. Too busy applying her make up to pay her any attention. Max looked around before finding a door leading into a small private changing room.

"I saw you out there," a female voice called out as Max silently entered the small room. Max looked at the women before shutting the door behind her. It was like looking in the mirror. It was almost eerie.

"Why are you here?" Max abruptly asked. The last time she had run into one of her clones all it caused was trouble.