"Cat, you're working the stage tonight. Matron's orders."
My head whipped up from the ankle straps of my elaborate heels to blink at Djinn, an Egyptian woman with the most piercing eyes I'd ever seen. She shrugged at me in response and sat down at a vanity table to get started on her makeup.
"What stage?" I asked dumbly, even though I was genuinely at a loss. "There's a stage in this place?"
"Correction, there's a strip club." Lia came into the room, rubbing the sleep from her freshly washed face. Her dark skin looked suspiciously shimmery for some reason. "I hope you know how to pole dance."
"I don't, but thanks for the alert. I'll just magically develop ass shaking skills now." I scowled at her with my hands crossed over my chest. "How the hell am I supposed to be a stripper if I don't know how to strip?"
