"Samual is too fond of Casey to let him go. Then again, Samual is fond of anyone willing to suck his dick. I would know." Effy said as casually as if she were discussing the weather with Gin. There were no secrets when it came to the business that she was in, and she knew the man that sat before her was not blind to what she did behind closed doors. In this social sphere girls were shared like STDs, but all of them belonged to Samual the manager and owner of Noir. That included Ephesian.

With her free hand she reached into her shirt, producing a ticket made of black velvet. "A ticket, one of four. My darling Gin, can you guess it;s for?" Effy asked in a sing songy voice, a smile playing at the corners of her pale, pink lips. She replaced the ticket, affectionately squeezing his hand. Gin had never missed a private showing since they met, regardless of the fact that a single ticket could cost up to $2,000. Some would call that wasteful. She called it sweet.