Circus Freaks pg 14 draft (script) (Patreon)

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.