'Eve?' he said in return giving his head brief shake trying to grasp the sight before him.

Gone was tearful winsome girl he had met in the clinic three years prior, and left in it's place was a wild woman.

The long protective curtain of hair was pulled back from her face in twin braids making a crown around the rest hanging loose to her waist.

He slowly digested this shocking turn as he slowly let his eyes travel down, and made quick note of indigo bustier embracing the body he never knew existed.

"Don't look any further down you pervert!" rang out in his head, and all he could say to this site was
"Eve, that's your name right?"

She gave an equally awkward stare, and replied.

"Yes Eve or least as you knew me it was."

The brief interlude was cut off by the D J's call, as the redheaded make her exit.
"Once again give a round of pause for The Tempestuous Tawny folks, and next up we have The Tempting Ms. Twilight.

"Duty calls she whispered and made a hasty exit to the stage.
He sat staring into the thin air she had inhabited still puzzled for a long moment, before turning his attention to the stage.

"I created this monster he shuddered, tasting bile as she glided across the stage to the pole in time to the subtle guitar strum of the song.

Making aggressive little struts as the music faded through the speakers as Poe's "Angry Johnny" punctuated the dance.

She leaned against the pole running her hands over her body from chest to thigh casting a sultry grin at the audience., stooping to allow the hair to flip over like silken gold curtain.

"It figures he would turn up." She thought and quickly tried to squash out the memory of the last time they met.

As the tune picked up she gave her hair a quick backwards flip and grabbed the pole taking a quick swing around dismounting and giving a little shake of her hips.

"Of all the rooms to be stuck in." He winced to himself.

Slowly sliding into a squat she ran her hands across her thighs and gently tugged away the scrap of skirt to the side and slid back up to a standing position.

"What can I say to him?" She pondered.

He grasped his nose and rubbed it as he observed what felt like a train wreck as she strutted to mirror at the back of the stage and lowly ran her hands across it .

"I should have followed up, goddammit Wilson was right He muttered..

The mirror image reflected showed a fearsome countenance as shimmied side to side, gave gentle twist to face the audience and slowly began to unlace the bustier.

"But, either way either way"

He tried to not to meet her gaze , but he couldn't help it.

And let it slide to the floor one arm covering her ample breasts.

At that moment it took all her strength to hold in the hot tears at the back of her eyes, and for a moment she felt like victim again.

Staring through the sea of strange faces to see him looking back with such a piteous expression.

"I'm going to kill you."

"I don't need this." Her inner voice intoned.

She gave the top harsh kick to the side of the stage, as her arm slid away revealing her breasts.

"I'm going to blow you away.

"But, why?" He murmured to himself .

She slowly sashayed to the pole and grasped it with a fierce smile and slowly turned arching her body in an elegant curve and grasped on by the ankle and swished around it like a yellow and white flame with blue sparks.

"Just stay with the music your not Eve the Victim, you are Twilight the Diva" she silently railed.

She slid into a gentle split onto the floor as the music faded out and the stage lights dimmed.

She paused for brief moment letting out a thankful sigh, and hurriedly grabbed he costume pieces and rushed to the dressing room.

Ignoring curious faces of the other dancers proffered as the tears began to roll she strode into the restroom, and locked the door.

He sat for moment and quickly decided now would be a good time for a refill, and motioned down the rapidly hustling Latina waitress waitress, and ordered a double this time.

While he waited for his drink and what he dreaded would be the return of his former patient he leaned his elbows on the slick mahogany table and ran his hand's through his hair, and down his face.

"I saved her life for this?" His reverie was interrupted by the arrival of his drink.

Meanwhile, Eve sat on the cold toilet lid trying to regain her composure.

"Twi baby you okay in there Sugar?"

Tawny's warm souther drawl washed over her offering a motherly comfort to the younger woman.

"Yeah, probably just PMS!" She called back not wanting to upset the older woman.

"Well if it's that I got pamprin, but if if it's something else you know I'm here sweetie."

Tawny called back concerned, but knew to leave well enough alone, and the staccato of her heels echoed as she walked away.

"Thank You." She whispered pulling herself up and heading to the mirror adjacent to the toilet wetting a tissue and gently wiping away the spidery streaks of mascara.

Outside House sat and nursed his Whiskey, and anxiously twitched his good foot and glanced at his watch .

"Fuck 12:37 Already? Good thing tomorrow is my day off. The liquor was really starting to make dent, and the puzzle he had been presented with took his mind away from his own ills.

"Can I sit please?"

His reverie was interrupted by the still shocking sight of Eve.

"Yes." he managed to stammer.

"You want to know why don't you?" she said pursing her lips.

"Yes." He repeated.

She shook her head sadly and sighed deeply.

"It's a long story..."