"Oh, I know," Jenny replied easily, knowingly, waiting until Dahlia and Lucy had passed the threshold before she swiftly shut the door behind them and turned the lock. There were those in the Red Door that could open even a locked door, through either key or sheer force, which Jenny knew. But it was still a force of habit, and it did keep most interruptions to a minimum. She didn't like to be interrupted, really. It was easily one of the blonde vampire's biggest pet peeves, besides not being listened to.
"And I do," she assured the other woman with another unseen grin, ever confident of her own appearance. People didn't choose her because she was ugly, that was for certain, and Dahlia's blindness was no reason to let herself go. It was practically in her contract to appear and act a certain way, it was at least an expectation. There was no deviation from that, no matter the customer.
She kept an eye on Lucy right back, watching to make sure that the dog settled to the floor. She really didn't want to hurt the thing, if she could help it, but it sometimes worried her the way that it stared her down. The low growls it made almost constantly when her mouth was on Dahlia's skin. She could handle it, of course, but she wasn't sure that Dahlia would be enthused by the idea of her having to snap the dog's neck even in defense.
"My night has been.. interesting," she decided, once she felt certain that the retriever wasn't going to make any sudden movements in her direction. She wasn't in a position to spill any details about the arrival of cargo, but it had been pretty interesting. She gave a languid shrug of her shoulders, taking the envelope and walking to the bed and sitting gingerly on the edge. Mostly bare legs crossing automatically as she waited for the brunette to join her. Though she never once bothering to stop and tell Dahlia where she was supposed to be going, or even where she was sitting. She'd figure it out, follow her voice. "It's better, now that you're here."
It was expected that she was supposed to say things like that, naturally. But it surprised her how much she meant it. Even if she wasn't married to the idea of seeing Dahlia so often, she didn't argue with it, and couldn't deny the fact that the blind woman often brightened her evening. The hype from the drugs almost always in her system helped, but it was the woman herself as well. Jenny never tried to pass her off on another entertainer when she asked for her, if possible.
She tried to make time.
Opening the envelope without hesitation, almost as soon as the sweet words had left her mouth, Jenny began to gently remove the small stack of bills from inside. Counting them carefully, silently lamenting about just how much of it would go right into Ginnifer and Koen's pockets instead of her own. And Sam Belli's pocket, too. Whoever he was.. even all these years later, who knew? Not Jenny. Once she was satisfied that all of the money for the week was accounted for, she put it aside to the bedside table, and returned her attention to her client.