"In here!" Daiyu whispers aggressively, opening a door. As the four women cram themselves inside a nearby bathroom, Azura hears the doors to the penthouse suite fly open, and heels tapping against the flooring. Whoever it is stops for a moment, letting out a pretty chuckle, before continuing on her way, footsteps quickly becoming inaudible.
"Frankly?" Vince raises an eyebrow, not seeming perturbed by her intrusion, or her outburst. "Because I'm diverting resources to Lana, and some of the other artists." He waves away his secretary, who's followed them into the office nervously, and who happily departs. "Nothing personal, Calista - it's just a demographic thing. When you got signed to the label, your whole 'soulful singer-songwriter' thing was popular. Now, that's out, and what really gets clicks these days is sex appeal. Don't worry about it, maybe in a year or two things'll switch up again, and you'll get your chance."
"Indeed - we're not so formal with the hiring process. The house takes 10%." She nods. "Any preferences on your clients?"
The other three women all nod their agreement, and soon they're headed back up the stairs toward the rooftop. "Hey! Someone got Charlie and Lao!" A voice shouts in alarm from downstairs, and Azura hears frantic movement.
Vixen chuckles. "I didn't know we were working with someone with such particular tastes. We have plenty of those, believe me." She signals one of her men, who pulls out a professional looking camera. "Pose." She orders. After a few photos have been taken, Vixen looks at Vanessa. "So, when do you want to start? I might be able to get you a client tonight, if you'd like."
(Fair)
“I think that's our cue to leave!” Azura started running up the stairs, trying to get to the roof and out of the sight of any pursuers. Once all of them were on the roof she would try to bar the door while Sapphira created a portal for them to leave through. Using the window washing platform would be too slow, and flying away would make them a target, at least for a bit. A portal seemed the safest option.
"Then head home, and wait for us to contact you." The blonde commands, before signalling her men that it's time to head out. An hour later, Vanessa gets a message - she has her first client. Strangely, she's not directed to an apartment or hotel, but to Century City Hospital. Flying over, she finds the room to which she was directed, landing on the balcony and looking through the window to see that it's quite a large space, and clearly reserved for one person. Entering, she makes her way towards a hospital bed, when the lights come on. "My, my... It really is you..." Looking at the bed, Vanessa sees a bloated fat form she recognises, a man she'd originally thought dead before hearing of his miraculous survival on the news, a bandage around his bald skull proof of it - Melchett. The man who nearly hypnotised her into slavery licks his lips as he sees her. "Imagine my surprise when I saw the newest addition to Vixen's roster..." He chuckles.
Heading by her mansion, Vanessa sees from the sky that the police presence is heavily reduced - only one police car, with a single guard outside the front door.
(It should have been Sapphira, since Azura has not yet learned how to create the portals. But let's say Azura got lucky and managed to open a portal on her own. That just makes it more likely for her to make this mistake and bring them to her place.)