“Do you mind?” Damien took the sketchpad before anyone could protest, stepping away so that the actors had to follow him. “See, this is what he was talking about.” He tapped one of the male sketches.
“Okay, that works,” the actor who had made the ‘choirboy’ comment said. “With the right makeup…” He nodded, getting answering ones from the two other male actors.
The women sorted through the dresses on the rack, each choosing one or two that caught their fancy. Elaine took them to the dressing rooms, and several minutes they came out to parade around, making woo, woo sounds that amused the men.
“Did they tell you that all us will be flying?” one of the women asked Lyle.
“Somehow, no one mentioned that.” Lyle momentarily considered shooting Radclyffe for not saying anything. “It shouldn’t
