I had been told that most Entertainers weren't great company off stage, but surely they might be better company than my Accountants' Club where people...spent too much time talking shop. The designation Entertainers included those who performed sex in public such as Pole and Lap Dancers.When I entered the prospects looked much better. The people were all young, attractive, and animated. Some were still wearing their stage make up, because they had just finished a performance or would be starting. ” ---- Cait returned to her room, the man named Valdes giving her an unnecessary shove through the door, then passed her a container carried to him by another man that contained her uneaten food, before locking the door. She looked around the room feeling confused, disoriented. Max was sitting up from her bed, looking at her.“What happened?” Max queried.“I… I don’t know.” Cait said.“Did you…”“We just talked. And had dinner. And then he sent me back.”“He didn’t… try anything?” Max narrowed her. Asking the other women where it went got her a wall of sullen stares. Every day that passed, Rose asked if a letter came from Kathleen. With growing desperation, she watched what little money she had disappear. Forced to choose between eating and lodging, she went hungry. She lay awake at night, weak from hunger, worn from worry, trying to ignore her fleabites and the constant rattling cough of a nearby child. The cellar air was sickly; every breath Rose took was already inhaled and exhaled by. "No!" Willy finally said. "No, no, fuckin' no!" He looked away andalmost staggered out of sight, back into the main part of the house.There was silence, no sound of movement. Kenisha got up and slipped ona thin robe, then went to see what had become of him.He was sitting on the sofa staring into space when she appeared, butturned to glare at her almost at once. "What the fuck were you doing?" Getting myself off," Kenisha said, smiling almost despite herself."Well, if you won't do it..." Damn.