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faces and limbs emerging from the walls was carried out all through the house, but in the downstairs rooms most of the faces had been painted over or disfigured, and it was common to see nylons fitted over a wooden leg, coffee cups hooked to fingers, a black palm holding a soiled condom. The furniture was wreckage. Footless sofas, stained mattrsses, cushionless chairs, everything embedded in a litter of beer cans and wine bottles. And here Otille's 'friends' could be found at any hour of the day or night. Drinking, making love, arguing. Many of the arguments she overheard involved the virtues of religious cults and gurus; they were uninformed, usually degenerating into shoving matches, and their most frequent resolution was the use of sentences beginning with, 'Otille said...' It soon became clear that this interest in religion only mirrored Otille's interest, and that the 'friends' hoped by arguing to gain some tidbit of knowledge with which to intrigue her.

To pass the time further, Jocundra decided to put together an ethnography of the estate and went about securing an informant. Danni ('It's really Danielle, but there's so many Danielles who's actresses already, so I dropped the endin', you know, just said "to 'elle with it," kept the i and accented it. I think it sounds kinda perky, don't you?') was typical of the women. Pretty, though ill-kempt; blond and busty; accustomed to wearing designer T-shirts and jogging shorts; an aspiring actress in her mid-twenties. She had come to Maravillosa in hopes that Otille would 'do something' for her career. 'You see what she's done for Downey, don't you? I mean he's almost a star!' She identified the other 'friends' as gamblers in need of a stake, poets looking for a patroness, coke dealers with a plan, actors, singers, dancers, musicians and con artists. All young and good-looking, all experts on Otille's past and personality, all hopeful of having something done.

'But what do you do for her?' asked Jocundra one day. 'I understand you provide her with companionship, an audience, and she gives you room and board...'

'And actin' classes,' Danni interrupted. 'I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the classes.'

'Yes, but knowing Otille, it seems she'd expect more for her money.'

'Sometimes she entertains,' said Danni, uncomfortable, 'and we help out.' When Jocundra pressed her, Danni became angry but finally said, 'We sleep with the bigwigs she brings out from New Orleans! Okay?' Ashamed, she refused to meet Jocundra's eyes. 'Look,' she said after a petulant silence. 'Otille's a terrific actress. Bein' taught by her, it's... well, I'd sleep with the Devil himself for the chance. You learn so much just watchin' her! Here.' She affected a pose Jocundra recognized as a poor caricature of Otille. 'Baron!' she snapped. 'Bring Downey to me at once. If he's not here in ten minutes, I'm not going to be responsible!' She relaxed from the pose and grinned perkily. 'See?'

The hierarchy of the pets was, according to Danni, the main subject of study among the 'friends'; they spent most of their energy trying to associate themselves with whomever they believed was in the ascendancy. Going to bed with Otille's favorite was the next best thing to going to bed with Otille herself: a rare coup for a 'friend,' so rare it had been elevated to the status of a myth. Clea was currently much in demand, and Papa, because of the reliability of his gift, was always ranked first or second. Simpkins was scarcely more than a 'friend' himself, and Downey, due to his star quality, could have his pick regardless of hisstatus in Otille's eyes. Even Clea had a crush on him. And as for the Baron, he was apparently neither 'friend' nor pet and Danni was of the opinion that he had some sort of hold over Otille.

'I used to be Downey's girl,' said Danni one day while they were having coffee in Jocundra's room. 'I used to live right down the hall. Otille even invited me upstairs a couple of times. Boy, is that gorgeous! But then' - she made a clownishly sad face - 'she took a fancy to him again, and I got kicked back down to the cabins.' She sipped her coffee. 'That could be what happens to you pretty soon, at least the way I hear it.'

'I know Otille's after Donnell,' said Jocundra. 'But I doubt she'll succeed.'

'You'd better not doubt it,' said Danni, 'Men don't stand a chance with Otille. She'll have him doin' lickety-split before...'