The vampire looked at the reflection of the dressing room in her mirror and spotted an unfamiliar woman near the entrance. She shared furtive eye contact with the other dancer, Aisha, who gave her a cringey look and sidled off, pleased to have been hired on after whatever incident had brought law enforcement sniffing around. With a grimace, Wren wound the thick lock of hair around two fingers and snatched it. The strands stretched and broke, then hung dead from the zipper.
“Yeah?” she called. “Over here!” The dancer unsheathed her arms and torso from the bodysuit. She reached for a loose t-shirt and pulled it over her head.