The morning found Amber alone again, surrounded by the dust and silence of the Red Maid's attic.  Ira must have left sometime before dawn;  but she clearly had taken some time to tuck the stripper in before she left. And while she may have left, there was a definite sense of comfort hanging in the air as Amber rejoined the world of the waking.<br/><br/>There was also a note, with a key to the club's green room.  "Boss has a new job for you. Bring comfortable shoes."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The maid was already behind her desk when Amber entered her office.<br/><br/>"M'lady. Nice of you to join us. How were the amenities? Were the pillows, ah, plump enough? "<br/><br/>That last was directed more towards Ira, with a knowing, teasing grin.