"Oh, you wound me, hun." Michael chuckles as she struts away. Entering the big tent, she sees bedrolls laid out haphazardly, and workmen and goons in the center, playing cards. Soon, she's aware of every eye in the tent being fixed on her, and from the men's expressions, she gets the feeling that they don't care if they miss out on some sleep.
"You owe me twenty bucks, Sonny." One of the men, a bruiser looking thug, says to his compatriot, while staring at Kelly in her revealing outfit. "I knew she'd want to spend some more time with us." The man grins, and pats his lap. "Why don't you take a seat, miss?"