"Yeah..." Agent Cochrane answered, but her tone carried no conviction. The thought of the operation being compromised had clearly shaken her ideas. "Away from here first. Unless you plan on shifting from stripper to whore."
Her voice catching on both the words. It was hardly a secretive getaway, as you emerge onto the alley. Three other girls are already there. Taking a smoke break.
"Bambi, Cindi." one acknowledged you both as you came out. Nodding a greeting back, you don't say anything. Unsure which is your name, and terrified of making an obvious mistake. There's also the fact neither of you know any of their names, so conversation could be perilous.
"Just taking a breather." you offer. Waving away the offer of a cigarette.
You keep a tight hold on Agent Cochrane's arm as it feels like she's ready to bolt. They've accepted you as you appear... Why shouldn't they?
"I... I just need to stretch my legs." you offer awkwardly before heading down the alley for the busy street.
"Are you a Bambi, or a Cindi?" you ask nervously, once you're out of hearing range. The attempt at humour to lighten the mood falling flat.
"Cindi." Agent Cochrane answered sourly. "So you must be Bambi." It felt like there was some anger behind the admission.
"My changing room had a poster." She shuddered as she recalled it.
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