"Oh, good, you're all here. Eden, don't worry about that." Eli entered the backstage area, smiling faintly at the two dancers--and Saint. "Everyone's favorite vampire has showed up for his meal. He's asked for Susanna, of course, but given as she's been gone for years I've got to present him all my second-bests. At least, in his mind."
The host looked Ricky up and down, eyebrow arching. "You're cute. Thinking of putting him off, are we? Not that I blame you. You did have that vamp a few days ago. Eden, sweetheart, you're new, so let me explain in a nutshell: Mister T. Robert York is a very, very picky man. Likes virgin redheads with no tattoos, piercings, or history of drug use. We can't offer him that, so we present what we've got and he picks, usually with a sneer of disdain. But he pays well, up front, and he and his family have been clients since this place existed, so whatever we say about him behind closed doors never comes to light, huh?"
He looked over Saint, appreciative smile quirking his lips. "So good to see you back in town, Saint dear. You're looking quite ravishing this evening. Maybe he'll like the dirty secretary garb, who the fuck knows? Eden, darling, get dressed in something cute, hm? We've gotta go to the bar. Oh--before I get too carried away...Saint, you have an appointment with Dahlia tonight, don't you? How far from now is that? I don't want to crowd you, 'specially not with a vampire."