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"They're going to use live models, pose them like dolls, I heard."

"Recreating turn of the century Paris.  La Belle Epoque." 

Rémy threaded her way through the vibrant crowd of social butterflies, intent on reaching the stage door.

"Some of them will be au natural.  To tell the honest truth, it's the only reason I let the wife drag me here."

"Too bad most of these artsy girls are all bones.  Hardly worth the drive across town."

She should be in her costume by now: the can-can in striped stockings and a whirl of chartreuse and emerald skirts.  If she could only get to the stage door--