The floor of the Deadly Damsels had taken on a strange kind of quiet. Not the comforting sort, like after a closing shift. This one had more teeth than that.
Winter stood near the main stage now, her expression blank in that unnerving way only she could pull off.
A few of the dancers and Hell Riders had tried fidgeting their way to the edges of the group, but Winter's eyes moved with just enough precision to remind them she'd noticed.
She let the silence hang a second longer. Then, she spoke.
"For those unfamiliar with me," she began, her voice level, not loud but impossible to talk over, "my designation is Winter. I will be interviewing each of you for the purpose of compiling individual psychological, behavioral, and logistical profiles. These will assist in shaping operational policy for this establishment going forward."
She paused, scanning the group slowly—too slowly.
