Katherine
The dressing room glows with warm golden light, casting soft halos over silk and whispered secrets. The faint pulse of music seeps in from the club floor, a distant rhythm beneath the quiet hum of conversation.
Kath sweeps a deep red across her lips, blotting the color with practiced precision. The mirror doesn’t reflect her—not really.
It reflects Blondie. Unshakable. Untouchable.
Just another night. Just another client.
The door swings open with a rush of energy, breaking the stillness.
Luna's reflection meets Kath's in the mirror, her grin widening as she leans in, arms crossed. "You’ve got that client again," she announces, striding in like the words are far more important than they should be. "No bidding war this time—
he booked and paid online."
Kath keeps applying her lipstick, gaze steady. Her hand stills for half a breath. A crack in the surface—but no one sees it.
The red glides over her lips, a stark contrast to the calm she forces into her expression. Inside, her heart kicks up a notch, but she doesn't let it show.
Luna leans against the vanity, arms crossed, smirking. "Well, well. Someone made an impression."
From across the room, Rea adjusts her mask in the mirror, catching Kath’s gaze through the reflection. A slow smirk curves her lips.
“Men with that kind of money don’t come back for nothing."
Kath exhales, slow and measured, setting the lipstick down with a quiet click.
“They want a show, they get a show,” she says, voice flat as glass.
Luna tilts her head, sing-song sweet. “Orrr… maybe this one is in love with you."
Kath doesn’t let the words land. She won’t.
Instead, she stands, smoothing out her dress, spine straight, sliding effortlessly into character.
It’s just another night. Just another paycheck. Nothing more. Nothing that touches her.
And that has to be enough.