'They're not looking at your face anyway,' the other one said. She was identically fake except for a blonde wig.
'Are you on stage tonight?' Eva asked.
'Yep,' the black-haired girl answered. 'We're the titillating twosome, aren't we, Dana?'
They burst into giggles. Was this Charlie's Dana? They both exuded the sort of manic energy gained from artificial stimulation.
'What's your act?' Dana asked.
'I'm doing a private show for Charles Dennehy.'
Dana narrowed her eyes. 'Really? Is he here?'
'He's arriving later.'
'He must be getting sick of you,' the other girl said, nudging Dana. 'He wants some fresh pussy.'
'Shut up, Tash,' Dana said.
'So you know him pretty well?' Eva applied some more eyeliner.
'What's it to you?'
Eva shrugged. 'Just curious. I've heard a lot about him. Like
