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few feet away. “ Them. All of the girls.”
    “ What about them?”
    “ Why are they dressed differently? Where are they all going? Do Johns really want girls in suits?”
    Mrs. Travine's small laugh was sweet as was her tone.
    “No, dear they are not going to see Johns. They are however, going where they need to.”
    “ Which is...”
    “ None of your business. You are scheduled to be at the salon and that is where you are going.”
    She stopped and yanked her hand free of the woman.
    “No! What if I refuse? I want the hell out of here!” her voice cracked, “Why can't I just leave?”
    The tears in her eyes hid the movements of the woman next to her. When she blinked her hands were in the grip of the woman, not too tight , but not loose enough to break free and her voice was full of sincerity.
    “ I cannot give you the answer you want or let you leave, but I can tell you that you are not here for what you think. After the salon, you have a photo shoot and an exercise class and that will fill your day today and tomorrow you have a seminar. I know it is difficult, but you must trust me.”
    She stepped back and glared at Mrs. Travine.
    “Why should I trust you? Because instead of some dingy building you keep us in this lavish one? You think since it looks pretty it’s anything less than a prison?”
    “ Calm down. This is not a prison and you are not a prisoner.”
    “ Really? If I am not a prisoner then I can leave anytime I want. So...” she jerked free and headed down the remaining steps toward the door, she entered when she first arrived, that lead out of the building. Mrs. Travine's heels clicked across the marble floor as she rushed after her. The cold knob just under hand and a guard appeared from thin air it seemed. His deep voice sent chills down her spine.
    “ Don't open that door. Go with Mrs. Travine and this doesn't have to get ugly.”
    She looked back at the tall mountain of a man and recognized him from before. It was Lewis, the one who offered her pain meds. Her eyes went from the spot she stood to the guard, Travine and back as she worked to gauge her odds of getting away. Lewis answered the one question she had.
    “ I see that look in your eyes. Yes, there is a guard on the other side of that door and no you won't get far.”
    Damn!
    Defeated, she let go of the door and walked back to Mrs. Travine. Lifting her arm, she motioned for her to lead the way. Past the stairs, she followed the woman through a light colored glass door and once again, it was a more lavish dreamlike place. The floor, in decorative S shape patterns in gold and silver marble swirled and swam across the floor in intricate designs surrounding a large flowing fountain. What should have been 'salon chairs' were nothing more than fancy adjusted comfy looking recliners. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling sending sparkles of light across the entire large area like a disco ball. Looking around at all of it, all she could do was shake her head.
    “ Beautiful isn't it?”
    “ Yeah,” she murmured.
    She turned back to Mrs. Travine.
    “Why? Why all of this? Do prostitutes need all of this?”
    A hiss filled the air at the mention of 'prostitutes' and s he looked around to see she had everyone's attention. None of the hand full of people surrounding the salon gave her good looks. All faced her way, glared and growled at her. Mrs. Travine nudged her.
    “ We do not use that word here.”
    She whispered back, “ I see that. Why? That is what you have us for, right?”
    The woman next her tsked.
    “So much to learn.”
    She was just about to toss back a retort when a tiny dark haired girl rushed up wearing a cute pair of jeans and top covered in a black stylists' apron.
    “Hi. I’m Lissa. I will be your stylist for the day. If you will follow me, I will get that...”
    Folding her arms over her chest, she glared at the little woman who looked to be shooting daggers with her eyes at the rats nest of hair atop her head.
    “...I