Ilinca snorted. "Some of them are that," she agreed. "Some of the girls wear them so high, I expect them to fall over in a strong breeze." She shrugged. "But that is their business, I suppose."
She looked down at him, a more serious expression on her face. "I assume you've heard about the dancers disappearing?" she asked. "And the atmosphere at V&V is becoming more hostile with each passing evening. Everyone is twitchy, on edge. Security is looking into it, but I have not heard anything beyond that."