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Bryn knew it was probably a bad idea to go off on her own. But she wanted to do her part. Bonnie was from her world. And she wouldn't know about the changes in her, the fact that she was human, that she was devoted to two men, though that was still fairly new... She would expect the pole dancing slut.

So she was at least dressed the part. A silky halter top that could just about be a bra kept her curves in place, in a flattering deep red. Dark jean shorts that could practically be panties, with an exception of the tattered bits that danced around her backside, with each twitch of her hips. And six inch platform pumps, in the same red as her top, most would break their neck in. Her lips were painted in a glossy red, false lashes mingled with her own. Pale powder hid most of her newly acquired freckles. Her hair tied up in a high ponytail with a cascade of curls, some were hers some were extensions.

She looked the part of a vampire. As she stood in the middle of the stage, holding onto the shiny chrome pole. Did she remember how to use it?