Club Damned, Part 3
1am rolled around, and the debauchery had only increased. Her number of clients had reduced to a small trickle. At about 1:45, Lana slowly fished her reader out of her purse and began to peruse the newest Terry Mells fiction installment. Time floated, and it became 2:20. She reckoned she'd seek out Amanda, just for one last time that night. The green room was easy enough to guess at. Memories crunched within Lana's mind. The little girl voice. The coy manipulation, or maybe just overthinking. Sociopaths always had you convinced it was you. Then the door creaked. Confusion. "Oh, that's right. You said you'd come to me." "Of course." Amanda smiled. "Shall we?" "Yes! And, um, I want to ask about past lives." Amanda turned to reposition herself. The rope was gone and had been replaced by snug hotpants, but the chest harness was still there along with the rhinestoned bra. She had immediately removed her high heels upon ente...