try and get backstage

The group of transformed men got inside at last, looking over the strippers and club goers. “Nice place,” Thundara complimented.
“Not everything’s so nice here. Just watch your asses. Tam, Doc, you’re with me.” An extra brain could be useful, and he just didn’t want Tammy getting in trouble. It probably wasn’t totally his fault, he was just the bottom of the sexual food chain, it seemed.

Jaqueline reached a pair of toughs in suits (on an amazon of a woman and the other a brick-wall of a man) in front of a curtain-covered door. It was where the dancers came and went, and Zoe, he determined, had to be there.

“I need in,” he said, looking confidently at the guards’ eyes. The man grunted
“You and everybody else, sister.”
“I‘m related to Zoe, meathead.”
The guard didn’t seem to won over by those words, but the blonde amazon spoke up instead. “Zoe has a brother, not a sister.”
Damn. Words weren’t going to work. He considered some options quickly. They could fight through, and hopefully explain to Zoe before they got caught by some of the tougher trouble around. Maybe the Cowgirl’s charms would be more affective, or if he really wanted to be useful, Tammy might pass as a tryout for the dancers (it wasn’t something she felt confident in doing herself, and the little gal had some experience apparently).