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while to learn each other.  I’ve been doing this a long time, and each of my costars is special to me.  We share relationships that thrive on mutual trust, respect, and discretion, and that’s why I keep my cast relatively small, limit the number of new roles. 
    With all of my newbies I like to be sure they are supremely comfortable.  Setting is key to every scene and a proper doxy never works in less than the best available accommodations.  My cast members are also my audience, and they need to be wowed by the decor as much as by the action and dialogue of the play.  If I were nothing more than a quick fuck I’d be better off working from a van over in the Meatpacking District or Hell’s Kitchen.  There’s nothing wrong with that, mind you, but that isn’t my production.  And because I take the time to make my show a memorable experience, I’ll always have repeat clients.
    I arrive early to The Plaza Hotel and check in to the Edwardian Suite I’ve reserved for the evening.  Spacious and airy, it has a sumptuous king bed piled high with pillows and a separate living area for entertaining. 
    The bellhop deposits my bag in the closet and I tip him handsomely. I usually do. There are no small roles in theatre; we should all be rewarded accordingly.
    I set up the space to my liking and then move to the bathroom for a long soak in the tub to rehearse the final scene of the evening.  
    My last appointment today is with a new client—two, actually.  I call them The Cowboys. Winston Daniels and his partner Thaddeus Adams, a gay couple originally from Texas.  We share a mutual friend who asked if I would be willing to help the pair out of a predicament. Scene directions are as follows: Winston is bisexual and Thad—who is not—has an issue with his lover having sex with the opposite sex.  In short, the last woman Winston was with tried to “turn him straight”.  For obvious reasons this didn’t set well with Thad and has nearly torn their five-year relationship apart.
    Being that I have no motives to turn anyone, I’m a safe bet.  However, I’ll still need to walk a fine line between pleasing Winston and upsetting Thad.  I’m up for the challenge.
    Wrapped in a thick cotton towel I stare at the five dresses I’ve unpacked and hung in the closet.  The skin-tight, single-shoulder bandage dress?  No.  Something less aggressive, less…blatantly sexual.  The standard little black dress? No. Requires too much accessorizing.  I want something that says “beautiful but not a threat”.  Maybe the burgundy frock? 
    The material is sheer and loose with a lace yoke aro und the neck and three-quarter length sleeves that end in tie bows. A thin belt is at the middle that can also be tied.  Whenever I wear it, it makes me look young, carefree, and unintimidating.  The perfect costume for my intentions.
    I knot my hair in a loose ponytail behind my head, a few tresses falling free to frame my face.  Ballet slippers and a light dusting of makeup complete the innocent ensemble. 
    Deep breath, Roz.  Last routine of the night.  
    And because my audience is new, it’s quite possibly the most important.  Only one chance to gain fans in the theatre, so this scene must be performance art at its height.
    I walk to the curtains and pull them open; stare out at the theatre house beyond the glass pane. Several stories down in the Orchestra, the audience files into and out of view, a steady, sensual flow of traffic seeking out seats in a play they’ve no idea they’re watching, unaware of the cast watching them.  Across the way, the Mezzanine is already settled, apart from the occasional bird that zips by, doubles back once it has located its friends and comes to a fluttering perch on the rooftop of a nearby building or tree.  The Sun’s in the balcony box, directing the bright spotlight that warms my face and shoulders.  I track it a moment, see its slow descent into blind seating, and then I page the