"The less clothing you're wearing, the less time you spend taking it off in a pricey sex club." Cindy's not even looking at Rex as she speaks, eyes busy scanning the crowd. The Vault isn't that packed tonight, even though things are going back to normal and people's desires and fetishes are raring to go.

No, Wichita is not dead. Lucky for her, huh? Had she even thought of conning Cindy, the meeting wouldn't have even gotten past the phone call stage. The kid's got potential, but she needs a lot of work and besides, Cindy is so much more interested on how Rex and Wichita know each other. That awkwardness is as clear as day.

Cindy leans her head back with a smirk on her lips. "Depends on where you were planning on leading her."