Cassia dabbed the last bit of lip tint on her mouth. The finished look was inspiring, to say the least. Today she was dressed in bright pink, a full splash of the color all over her body. She wore a skintight suit, but it had strategic cuts to show off some skin, along with a long, pink skirt, and high platform boots. Her hair kept her light, blonde color, but it had streaks of hot pink and white in it. Her face was made up to accentuate her eyes, which were pink as well thanks to the contacts given to her.

Today's emotion was love.

The guests that came into Elevation today wanted love. Whether they were feeling down and wanted a pick-me-up, wanted to get back at an ex, or just wanted to feel good for a couple of hours, Cassia didn't care. She was here to do what she loved and get paid for it.

She stood up from her dresser just as a knock came at her door. She didn't bid them to enter, as they would have regardless. A tall man strolled in. He had light brown hair that fell over one eye, which were a bright form of green. His voice had a hint of an accent to it, she couldn't quite place, but it was exotic. Ryan Treynor was exotic, to say the least. As one of the heads of Elevation, he was the man she reported to on the daily.

"How's my performer today? Ready for the show? The crowd is getting quite frantic."

Cassia gave a light smile as she showed off her finished ensemble, "You tell me? You think this displays love?"

Ryan gave her the once over and nodded, "Yes, I believe that will help stimulate it. Of course, our tea will help as well, but it doesn't quite hold without your lovely presence on stage."

Cassia smiled again, even though every inch of her was shivering. She couldn't quite place it, but Ryan gave her a weird vibe. She only ever met him, never any of the other higher ups that ran Elevation, but their conversations were usually like this, with him giving her compliments, and her feeling like she needed a bath after talking to him.

"Well let's get the show started."

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The crowd cheered as the lights dimmed. She placed herself on stage and posed. The lights came on quickly, in white and yellow hues that danced around as the music played.

She began to sing. If she had to classify it, it would have been a soft, gentle kind of song. Something to make the men and women in the room swoon as they listened. She wanted to capture their hearts, if even for a moment. That was the gig. Give the people what they want and they keep coming back.

As she performed, she glanced over at one of the waitresses, Nene, her best friend and confidante. One of very few people around she could talk to. Nene always worked whenever Cassia performed, because she was guaranteed a nice paycheck. And she got to see the show for free. Nene was talking to a man who seemed engrossed in the conversation. He was making goo-goo eyes at her as she spoke. The tea must be working. She would be getting a nice chunk of change from him later.

Or perhaps something else?

As her song ended, she gave a final, soulful ending. The crowd cheered, she took her bow, and exited the stage.

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While Cassia was performing, someone snuck into her dressing room and left a note with a simple phrase.

"The truth needs to be told."