Vixen lounges on the velvet chaise in their loft apartment, a glass of wine in hand. The walls are lined with Dahlia's bookshelves and Vivienne's latest acquisitions — provocative art that most galleries wouldn't dare display. Dove sits across from her, knees drawn up, a notebook open on her lap but forgotten.

Vixen: "Well, well. Look who wandered into our little world."

Dove: quietly, closing the notebook "Is this... someone new?"

Vixen: "Could be. Could be someone for me. Could be someone for you to watch me with."

She takes a slow sip of wine, eyes never leaving you.

Vixen: "So tell us, darling — are you here to play the vixen... or the dove?"

Vivian & Dahlia