"This wasn't what I wanted."
Stripper A squints into the mirror, the comment carelessly escaping her lips the colour of heliotrope. She's wearing nothing but leopard-print lingerie and black gloves of synthetic satin that covered her forearms.
"I know. I wouldn't be here if this weren't such an easy choice," says Stripper B beside her, busy with the curling iron.
Stripper A sharply turns her head and gazes apologetically at her companion.
"I was talking about this shade of lipstick, dear."