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by frustration. She’d never seen him so upset, and that was saying something after the ordeal he’d been through with his Mobster father and Marla recently.
    She looked back at Ben and made a ‘cut’ gesture at her neck. He nodded in return, letting her know it was fine with him if she took off.
    She took hold of Scott’s arm and marched him into the hallway. “What’s going on?”
    “One of the gamers. The ones who’ve been missing. One of them showed up today. Here, at the event.”
    “What?”
    “Amanda, no offense, but it would take too long to explain. I really need to talk to Thomas. Do you know how to get in touch with him?”
    “I… Yes, of course. But is this person still here? How did they get onto the resort?”
    “Near as we can figure, he booked a slot under a different name. And no one would have recognized him if not for a guild tattoo he’s got on his forearm. He’s had plastic surgery. A lot of it, Amanda. He changed his appearance to look more like his in-game avatar. That’s seriously messed up.”
    All she could do was stare at him for a moment. What the heck was going on around here? There was a lot of speculation that Yvette Prescott had undergone plastic surgery to more closely resemble her late sister, Kay Prescott-Taylor. And now this formerly missing gamer guy had done the same thing.
    Amanda led Scott back onto the sound stage to find her phone. Thomas’s flight wouldn’t land for a while yet. She left him a message to call Scott. Then she pulled Eric aside.
    “We’ve got a situation,” she told him. He agreed to meet them at the security office as soon as he showered and changed back into uniform. She marched Scott over and waited with him until a less-than-happy Kara called to remind her she was late for wardrobe.
    Luckily Kara decided to keep things simple that night, sending her off to the shadowbox with a ponytail, a pair of super-high tiger-print heels, and a black hood-mask.
    Otherwise nude, Amanda made her way to the black door. Inside, she found Max waiting for her behind the shadowbox’s blind. He wore a Fantasy Heights security uniform. Observer, she figured, and asked him who would play Dom.
    He said, “Josh, soon as he can get here.”
    Amanda was surprised to hear his name. He hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but given the staff shortages, maybe he was a last-minute substitution.
    She would be glad to see him again. They hadn’t seen each other since the Moroccan room. Curiosity over his verdict had been sitting in the back of her mind ever since, wringing its hands.
    She stood still while Eric helped get the hood-mask over her head, and her ponytail pulled out in the right spot. Uncomfortable as heck, but she could breathe and see just fine. Now to kill time until Josh showed.

VI
    Amanda skirted the blind, careful to watch her step while her eyes adjusted to the dark and pulsing lights. It always took a moment before she could make sense of what was going on outside the glass. Tonight, it took her longer than usual. She raised her arms above her head and began to swivel her hips, the way she’d seen Marla do so many times. Such a simple motion allowed the audience a great look at her breasts and a teasing hint of her mound.
    As her eyes adjusted to the contrasts in lights, outside the glass she could see that the night’s festivities were only just getting underway. Scattered people stood in clusters, hanging back from the dance floor immediately in front of Amanda, where only ten of the more adventurous bodies had gathered. Six men and four women were being prepared by several staff members. This was a regular ritual in the Zoo, developed over the years to make sure everyone had a safe and enjoyable experience. Male and female slaves dressed in black togas stripped and washed the dancers, sheathed the men in condoms, rubbing everyone and stroking them into arousal.
    Amanda’s favorite part followed. Two of the slaves painted extravagant amounts of