It wasn't a secret. No one talked about it because only she knew about it. The Head wandered the audience, unseen, unnoticed, her mask even more effective now. It helped, that on stage, the not-twins, Mary and Ashley, were doing a pole dance above a bed of spikes. The poles were not connected to anything, and when they fell, they would find no comfort for them waiting below, just entertainment for the expectant guests of her show.

She picked a young woman, who was there with two friends, the three of them watching as the dance continued. She walked up, unnoticed, behind the young woman and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Who would you like?" she asked mystically.

The girl watched as the rhythmic gymnastics continued. "I... don't know," she replied. The head knew the answer well.

"Oh?" she whispered, a breath of air, "You want something, don't you?"

The subject of her interrogation nodded, a gesture ignored by her company. "What is it?"

"sex," was the reply.

The Head could arrange that, but for now, this was a dead end. She would gladly play matchmaker for those who simply want carnal enjoyment, and she filed this one away for later. She looked at the friends, and decided that if one of them was going to get lucky, then why not all of them?

On the stage, Mary slipped down, and she was holding onto the pole by a thread. The audience was driven by the desire to keep seeing her move, and to see her fall.

"What do you want?" the Head whispered into the next woman at the table.

"To dance," the reply came.

"Oh? Like that?" the Head asked. "To hold yourself up, to dance and gyrate for the want of others until you reach your doom at the climax?" The recipient of the question nodded once. "Good," the Head whispered. "And who would you like to ... help?"

"..." the reply was a non-starter, but she could work with that. A desire, but a flexible Assistant. To be paired with a desire for an Assistant, but a flexible cause.

She moved on to the next table, and when she reached it, a solitary young man ignored her approach even as she blocked his line of sight. He wouldn't see her at all, but the stage perfectly. "What do you want?" she asked him.

"Her," he said, his desire on full view.

"Yes," the Head encouraged him. "She is yours. To do with as you will. What would you do with her?"

"Throw her down, spread her legs, and fuck her," he said, unaware of his own confession and who he was talking to. The Head approved.

"That all?" she asked.

He didn't respond. Instead, she closed a loop, and quickly walked back and forth to ensure that two people were paired off. They didn't even need to wait for the show to go on before they went to it. She moved on. Behind her, Mary fell from her dance, and landed on the bed of spikes awaiting her with open grace. The Audience applauded even as her non-twin (not that they knew) kept up the work, only with a divided audience now focused on her. The Head tweaked things a little. Ashley would stay up not by the grace of her skill, but by the collective anticipation that would only be released at the best time for her.

Her eyes fell on another man, this one casually leaning back. She whispered her question in his ear.

"Vella," he said without hesitation.

"You're confident."

"So is she," he said. "She walks, she talks, she moves like nothing else."

The Head smiled at that. "And if you won her attention this evening?" she asked.

"Flatten her," he said, unaware, "take her home with me in my pocket, a secret treasure, to enjoy at home."

Not the first time, wouldn't be the last. "Approved," the Head said, crossing one Assistant off her mental list.

The next was a woman in a hoodie, who was trying to hide her identity out of some sense of shame. Not that the Head cared. She pulled the hood back to expose her face, and sighed at the flush across her current subject's cheeks. On the stage, Ashley fell to her pleasure, flipping over to land on Mary to everyone's desire. The Head waited for the surge of the moment to die down before asking her question.

"What do you want?"

The girl thought it over, her lips being chewed as the stage was cleared. "A box, but not," she said.

"Divided. In pieces."

"How many?" the Head asked, curious. There was no response, which she allowed. That could be decided later. On the stage, Vella appeared, her Second this year giving a coy, cat-like smile as she announced that it was her turn to perform. "And with whom?" she asked. There was another non-answer, and the Head added that to the pile.

Next was a group of young men, who were barely containing their impulses. She went among them without fear, and listened as they were already asking the questions she wanted to ask. As it turned out, they were here for the birthday of one of their clique, and they were all encouraging him and him alone to make a wish.

Such selflessness! It almost warmed her heart as they encouraged their friend to hope and wish. Exotic Vella was discussed, the Twins were held up, Gwen was plotted, but the Head decided to take their choice away, she whispered a calming word to them. They could keep planning and plotting, but now, it was with direction.

That left two more... She looked around the room for any who stood out. There! Another man, with his girlfriend...? No, she could tell that they were enraptured with each other. A most, she could set them up with one of the Assistants, and let them at each other. In fact, that is what she would do!

On stage, Vella finished her act, juggling her head as well as several other objects. She left her cranium tucked into her elbow as she took a bow and walked away, leaving the stage for the next.

The Head looped around and found Gwen in the back, the young magician ready for her time with the older Jodie. "What do you want?" she asked, temping her own.

"To be in charge," she said back, not aware of the imposition. The Head walked out onto the stage with her as she and Jodie began their routine, a slightly comedic act where the young and old fought for dominance. Neither would win, by design.

The Head cast out and looked for someone who would like to have Gwen in charge, someone who wanted her. She found it in the eyes of a man at a mixed table. Yes, that would do.

* * *

"Vella," the Head said, "A certain young man wants to wringer you and get home service." Her Second nodded, knowing of whom she was speaking. She had no troubles dispatching one of her own to someone's private residence. She had long since taken care of that and any issues that may arise.

"Tell us if he kisses you back to full size!" Gwen demanded with a smile. Nothing hostile, or inappropriate here.

"I will," Vella replied, and headed out to collect her 'Winner'.

"Gwen! Gentleman near the back, you'll know him by his work boots. "Be aggressive and assertive, and don't take 'No' for an answer."

"Gotcha!" Gwen left as well, no one outside their band noticing the multiples.

"Mary, woman with a hoodie, Divider Box." Mary gave a jaunty salute and headed out. "Ashley, Pole dancing again, sorry. Your entertainee will be at the edge of the stage."

"No problem," the other non-Twin told her.

"And me?" Jodie asked.

"You and I," the Head said, "are going to entertain a Birthday Boy."

Jodie laughed at that. "Suits, I hope?"

"Of course," the Head was already prepared for that. "Shall we?"