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She watched silently from backstage as her fellow performer took the stage. Marianne was her closest friend, but even Marianne didn't know the truth about her. No one at the club knew who she really was. She dared not let them know.

She turned away as Marianne began to seduce the men in the audience. This part of the job always made her ashamed, even though she herself remained chaste, not wearing revealing costumes or selling herself. She sang, did some dancing, none provocative, and that was all. That was all she would do.

Marianne came back from offstage, and she nodded at her, smiling. Marianne left to relax, and she took the stage. Her audience sat up in anticipation. They loved her, even if she wasn't like the normal fare.

As always, before singing, she began with a story, an allegory for her real life and its problems. Her audience leaned forwards, captivated by her tales of her "other lives." She had many different ones here, a sailor, a spy, a princess, and others. They knew she made them up, but that was part of the fun.

Because here, Piper could be anyone she wanted.