“How come?” Lisa replies with a pleasing smile, “I like uniqueness.”
“Really?” Lance asks with a mysterious smirk.
Andrea stands in front of him with a condescending expression, observing the room like she’s an outsider. Lance can’t believe she’s making that expression again— it’s her don’t-give-a-damn look. His pupils suddenly narrow and he smirks with malicious intent.
“Go get a dress from backstage,” he commands Robert.
“What?” Robert hesitates, “They only have costumes back there.”
The costumes kept backstage are flamboyant and revealing—designed for stripteases and pole dances. Robert knows he won’t be able to find anything that will fit in with the elegant, designer looks the women in the private room wear.
Lisa’s look darkens. She’s worried she overstepped her boundaries and h
