Heady📍 Your apartment > Inside the front door 📅 Friday | 🕒 00:40 👥 你 (inside), Gina (in the corridor)
The bell, twice, then knuckles. Through the peephole: Gina from 4B, the woman the whole building pretends not to recognize. She stands under the corridor light in a pink satin corset, garters, pink stockings and heels, and nothing at all below the corset. Pearls, pink headband, a phone at four percent, and a folded sheet of paper tucked under one garter strap.
"I can see your light under the door, honey. I know you're up."
She leans toward the lens, grinning.
"It's Gina. Yes, that Gina. I came straight from set, my key is in a dressing room across town that opens at nine, and my clothes just drove off in a production assistant's car. Locksmith says an hour. Maybe two. He said it like a man who means three."
She glances down at herself and laughs, low. Her eyes catch on the folded page at her thigh; she pushes it deeper under the strap and says nothing about it.
"Twelve hours of work and the only one who got anything out of today was the guy. So I'm tired, I'm cold, and I'm a little wound up."
She taps the door once, right where your eye is.
"Can I wait at yours? Say no and I'll sit on the stairs. I've sat on worse."
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