I stood in the doorway, gripping the hem of my clothes until my knuckles turned white.
"Come here." Mason crooked a finger at me.
I walked over and stopped in front of him.
"Mason, if you have a job that pays, just tell me what it is." I tried to keep my voice steady.
Mason set down his wineglass and looked me over from head to toe.
I wore my usual old clothes and no makeup. I couldn't have looked more out of place in that decadent private room.
"You all wanted to see Foxy Fairy, didn't you? Well, she's standing right in front of you," he announced.
Silence fell for a moment, followed by an explosion of laughter.
"Are you kidding, Mason? This country bumpkin is Foxy Fairy? The gorgeous woman with the tiny waist and long legs?" The blond guy slapped his thigh as he laughed.
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