All the woman's checking was done in vain; with the rain pouring as it was,  not a single soul would have cared even if she had been dancing in the middle of the road. Still, it was perhaps some small comfort to know she wasn't being watched as she slid into the Maid.<br/><br/>Of course, not being watched outside meant nothing once she got inside.<br/><br/>For the most part,  the bar's patrons were caught up in their own affairs. Here and there, a nude or mostly nude girl sat on a patron's lap,  giggling dutifully at this comment or that one, or stealing a sip of brandy and a whiff of Rouge. But as she made her way deeper into the bedlam, a few of the unoccupied patrons glanced appraisingly at the dark skinned girl as she passed,  nudging their drinking buddies and whispering curiously about her "angle." Soon,  she was getting nearly as much attention as Madame sixpence...  And drawing the Madame attention during her set.<br/><br/>With an angry shout,  the Madame dropped the little glass rod from between her lips,  and strode imperiously to the edge of the stage.<br/><br/>"Oi, Girly! "The dancer's husky voice shattered the ambient noise, making sure all eyes were on her and the Clockwork Nude." What's the idea,  messin' up my set like this? You sharking for some alley business?"<br/><br/>Something about a prostitute calling another girl a whore must have struck the bar as otherworldly, because a nervous chuckle rippled through the room as the Madame awaited her answer.