"I don't want to do the show tonight. No, I [i]cannot[/i] do the show tonight. I'm shaking worse than Casey was, it's really hard to look sexy when you're shaking like a drug addict." Effy held her hand up as if to prove her point. It was trembling violently. She sighed, sinking into Gin's warm embrace. "It doesn't make any fucking sense. Samual allows anyone a ticket, all they have to do is pay his price." Her head was spinning. 

Unlike Gin, Effy had a phone and it was on her person at time. She had even invested special case that allowed her to safely take it into the shower. While most people her age would have died without the phone, Effy would have happily lived without Apple product. Being on call, at all times, did now allow her that simple luxury, though. Samual required that his [i]favorite[/i] dancer was available at every moment of the day, no matter the time, day, or business of her day. His favorite times to call seemed to be while she was showering or having sex, or if he was really lucky, while she was having shower sex. It was if he knew, and chose only those times to call. Knowing Sam, he did know. 

Effy pulled the phone from within her corset, handing it to Gin before wrapping her arms around him.