But Phoenix girls weren't available to the general population and tended to keep themselves separate except for those few males with whom some were pa...red. Their chosen partners, while willing to kill, were not psychopathic in any way, preferring to kill their chosen mates with loving kindness."Tanya," Vanessa suddenly said, looking small and embarrassed. "Do you think I'm pretty?"Tanya nearly choked on the soft, sugary twig she was sucking sap from and quickly put it down before she spewed it. Shiggie never complained, it seemed. I tried to put myself in his place and imagine what it would be like, day in and day out in a foreign culture, listening to people talking to each other and mostly leaving you out.But Shiggie seemed to be thriving. Then again, why should he bitch about life's little inconveniences? He had money in the bank -- in two countries, probably. And he had us! He had Amy, and me -- Good Old Sam.And Ford.I was pretty sure he'd had Ford, in the Biblical Sense. (Hey --. Still, chaotic as the club was, all three of the owners could agree on the definition of good food and top-shelf booze, refusing to serve anything less on either account.Beneath one of the silk tents sat Dommi, Margo, Kelly, Carol and Harry. The first round of drinks had been consumed, the second was on their way, and everyone was looking forward to whatever delights Dommi had arranged for them to be served for dinner."Okay, 'cause I can't wait any longer," Dommi began, "I want to dissolve. She wasn’t even who I saw earlier anyway. I lost my hard-on. I figured I couldn’t cum now anyway, so I got up and went to the door. Her plastic name tag was laying on the floor where she obviously caught it on the door and lost it as she ran out. Her name was Amy. She was a real person and I felt really bad. I laid back down on my bed and started to wonder what I was going to do next. Just then I heard the door open again. I looked over and saw them. The bleach blond I had seen earlier.