P1: They grin.
GLITZ: We've all got our personal twisted desires. The kind of shit we can only share with complete strangers or people we trust.
GLAM: We're not here to judge. I was telling the truth before: we keep our lives separate from the stage.
P2: Striker sneers.
STRIKER: Ah... ah told you things... that were private. Ah thought you cared, but you were just laughing at me, is that it?
P3: Glam goes silent.
P4: She averts her eyes.
GLAM: Not at all. In case no one's told you, Striker....
P5: Striker calms down a bit, but is still upset.
GLAM: ...you didn't deserve any of that pain.
P6: Glam walks off.
GLAM: I need to get my stuff ready. I'll be back when I'm done.