Suzy watched Jezebel with unabashed admiration.  She'd seen this act countless times before but it never failed to touch her.  After leading various interesting prospects into the club and making sure they were settled and tended to, she scanned the room, a playful smile curving her lips.  It pleased her greatly to arrange the guests in a manner that Jezebel would find pleasing and inspiring.  Suzy knew she would never take to the stage, but in her own way, she played a special part in the show.  This notion gave her a secret thrill she would never wish to trade for the blatent limelight of the stage.<br/><br/>The last trickle of guests had been seated, and oh, the potential of tonights crowd had her in the nicest of moods. She leaned against the ornate thick column of the doorway, and surveyed her work.  That lovely ravenhaired woman with the reddish eyes was watching Jezebel in rapt fascination.  Whatever she'd been crying about, it was falling from her memory.  Oh,and that young man, Suzy knew he was barely old enough to be here, if he was at all.  She'd seated him quite close to one of the clubs longstanding regulars, a stately gent who's impeccable manners had a habit of rubbing off. With luck the boy would start becoming a gent through osmosis tonight.<br/><br/>But these guests only warranted the briefest span of her attention.  She saved the best for last, in her thoughtful consideration.  He was handsome, there was no doubt, and had the eyes of one who had seen enough of life to be interesting.  She'd given him her most engaging smile, and was confident she'd received his in return.<br/><br/>Her gaze followed his, up to the dancer on the stage.  She watched Jezebel's face, holding out hope they would be in agreement this night.  When the dancer gave her the nod and singled out the man with her glove, Suzy fairly beamed.<br/>