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Evelyn held the dressing room door open for Fiona and Laura, a wave of warm light and laughter washing over them as they stepped inside. Lila was perched on a vanity stool, surrounded by the three dancers from the night’s performances. They looked different now, smaller than they appeared on stage, and having changed back into their street clothes.

"Here are our special guests," said Evelyn, ushering them forward, "Fiona and Laura." Indicating the three dancers in turn, she introduced them as Alyssa, Nicole, and Ruby. Fiona recognized Alyssa as the emerald dancer, Nicole as the sapphire dancer, and Ruby as the ruby dancer. She smiled to herself, thinking that Ruby had a very fitting name.

"They're known collectively as The Shimmy Sisters," Evelyn continued, looking at Fiona and Laura and gesturing towards a couple of chairs. "Although they aren't sisters in real life." Turning to the dancers, she said, "Was that okay? I hope I haven't given a big secret away."

The Shimmy Sisters exchanged amused glances. "It's perfectly okay," said Nicole, smiling. Turning to Fiona and Laura, she said, "I do recognize you two. I remember seeing you in the audience. I hope you liked our performances tonight. You seemed to be enjoying them."

"I didn't like your performances," Fiona replied, "I loved them." The Shimmy Sisters laughed, the ice well and truly broken. "If I'd seen your first show on TV," Fiona added, "I'd have suspected a camera trick, the costume changes were so fast. But it happened right there in front of me."

Alyssa leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, the fabric of her blouse straining slightly. "What about the second show?" she murmured. "What did you love about that one?"

Laura decided to join the conversation. "The way you moved together. It felt like you were reading each other’s minds. The way you kept us guessing what was under the robes. And the way you controlled the room. Everyone was holding their breath every time a sash slipped."

"Well, I did tell you there'd be a different kind of show this week," said Lila, with a smirk. "A special event, not to be missed. You can see now that I wasn't exaggerating."

"So that's what brought you to the club tonight," said Ruby. "Lila giving us a big build-up."

"Well, having seen you dance before," said Lila, "It was easy to give you a big build-up. I knew it would be a shame for them to miss out."

"But they have never seen us dance," said Evelyn, turning to Fiona and Laura. "We've seen them dance before. Twice actually. Or three times including tonight. But they have never seen us dance. That's why we offered to give them a private show."

"And we're looking forward to it," said Alyssa. "You're both renowned burlesque dancers, so we're keen to see your moves."

Evelyn exchanged a glance with Lila, silent but charged, a promise flickering between them. "We'd better not keep you waiting then," Evelyn said. She pointed to a slightly raised platform in a corner of the room, used for costume fittings. "We'll use that as a stage," she said. "It's small, but we can manage okay. Take your chairs over there, and we'll get our music ready."

Fiona’s pulse stuttered as Evelyn and Lila moved to the platform, their hips already swaying to a rhythm only they could hear. The Shimmy Sisters leaned in, their earlier professionalism giving way to eager anticipation. Laura’s hand slid onto Fiona’s thigh, fingers pressing just enough to remind her who held control - even here, even now.

The music crackled to life, a slow, sultry jazz number that must have chosen for its teasing potential. Evelyn and Lila mildly surprised the five women watching by not jumping into motion immediately. Instead, they stood on the small platform, waiting, letting the rhythm settle.

Lila was the first into action, moving toward the front of the platform

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