P1: He sees Glam, in a dress, reading a book. She looks very demure, almost like a Southern Belle. She sits next to her vanity desk.
GLAM: Oh, Striker, you must not have gotten the notice. We're not starting until noon.
P2: She passes him a hairbrush.
GLAM: But since you're here, would you mind?
P3: He takes the brush and looks her over, suspicious.
STRIKER: Why are you dressed like that?
P4: She sets her book aside, smiling softly at him.
GLAM: You don't like my dress?
STRIKER: Ah didn't say that. Ah just never would've imagined you wearing that. You always seemed--
GLAM: Like a slut? It's all performances, my dear. We keep our work and personal lives separate.
STRIKER: And... this is what you're like in private?
P5: Glam grins.
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