After a series of twists and turns, Roslyn opened a door marked Supplies and stepped inside. Finn and I followed her.
Finn stopped dead in his tracks, and a wide smile spread across his face. "I think I've died and gone to heaven."
I snorted. "Yeah, hooker heaven."
The room wasn't filled with what I would consider supplies, but then again, I wasn't in the nightclub business.
Racks and racks of clothes took up a good portion of the room, along with a couple of rows of metal lockers and several vanity tables crammed with makeup, hairspray, and dozens of boxes of condoms, feminine lubricants, and assorted body oils.
Roslyn removed a clipboard and pen from the wall next to a clothes rack. She perched her hip on one of the makeup tables and stabbed the pen at me. "Strip," she ordered.
"Why?"
Roslyn pierced me with a hard stare. "Because if you're going to masquerade as one of my girls, then you're damn sure going to look the part. I'm not sending out shoddy merchandise, especially not to one of Mab Monroe's parties."
I had to applaud Roslyn's dedication to her craft, if nothing else. So I stepped out of my boots and socks, peeled off my jeans, and shrugged out of my fleece jacket.
I took a little more care with my long-sleeved T-shirt, making sure Roslyn didn't see the two knives I had tucked up my sleeves or the one I'd had hidden against the small of my back. A minute later, I stood there in my bra and panties. The concrete floor felt like ice against my bare feet.
"Underwear too," Roslyn barked. "I need to see everything."
I looked at Finn and made a circle with my finger, suggesting he turn around.
"C'mon, Gin. It's not like I haven't seen it all before," Finn protested.
Roslyn started. "Don't tell me the two of you - "
"Yeah, we did," I said. "When we were kids. Before I knew any better. Now turn around, Finn."
Finn rolled his eyes, but he turned his back and wandered over to the racks of clothes, most of which were either transparent wisps of lace and satin or form-fitting pieces of leather.
Roslyn grabbed a tape measure from one of the tables and wrapped it around various parts of my body. I stood there and let her work. The vampire regarded me with all the interest a butcher would a cow. Standing there naked wasn't the most comfortable thing I'd ever done, but I knew Roslyn had seen better bodies than mine in her time. Hell, she had one herself. So I decided to focus on more important matters.
"According to info Finn found, some of your girls have had dealings with Tobias Dawson before," I said. "What does he like?"
"Why do you ask?"
I shrugged. "I need to attract his attention tonight. Can't hurt to stack the deck in my favor."
Roslyn wrote down another measurement on her clipboard.
"Have you ever seen Tobias Dawson?"
"Once."
"Then you know about his cowboy fetish," Roslyn said.
"You mean the cheesy snakeskin boots and the hat that's almost as tall as he is?"
The vampire nodded. "Dawson not only dresses like a cowboy, but he acts like one too - especially in bed. He likes Texas beauty queens. Big blond hair, big blue eyes, big tits, tight asses, lots of makeup. Of which the only thing you currently have is a tight ass."
"Thanks," I said in a wry tone.
Roslyn raised her eyebrows. "Just pointing out the facts. You did come here for my professional opinion, after all."
I nodded. "I did."
"Dawson likes to take the lead. In keeping with the cowboy persona, he likes for a woman to catch his eye, and then he does his best to hog-tie her."