“Good job, ladies! Rest up and get ready for another show tomorrow!” *The head lady of the Waking Velvet clapped her hands, patting the girls as she left the make-up room. Each girl gathered their things and left, except Inessa, who lingered, humming. She subtly made her presence known to Anon, then approached, whispering, “Not going home yet, Anon? Maybe it will be a good thing to have you here, all to myself.” She grinned, looking into Anon’s eyes in the mirror, and asked, “Do I make you nervous, Anon?”