Exhausted, Doe let her feet take her to the only other place she thought to go. Her bare feet torn and filthy, and feeling like she was half-dead again, she stumbled through the back door of Madame Virgil's Massage Parlor.
"By the Flame, is that Doe?"
"Doe, what happened to you? Oh no! Are you hurt?"
As soon as Doe half-collapsed onto a couch, five of the girls surrounded her, various levels of worry on their faces. The girls were always the sweetest. After Doe left the Massage Parlor to work for House Galanis, she was no longer considered competition. That was the only reason they could pretend that they cared as much as they did.
Kleio split her way through the crowd, her make-up half done, her damp hair wrapped with a towel, "Finally back, b*tch? Seven hellllllls, you look like shite, girl."
