Click-clack, click-clack. A beautiful Doll working at Clouds, her high heels click-clacked through the VIP lounge as she made her way to the bar. Evelyn took her time, made the client wait a little - not too much, but not rushing either. She flickered an alluring smile. They liked it more when they thought they had a chance.

The mask of beauty and charm was on. That was her job: lie and pretend. She was an expert at this manipulation - her greatest skill. That loser didn't interest her in the slightest, but she was expecting a tip.