purple lipstick

"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."