As I stood there, the door to the dressing room opened, and a diminutive girl came out. She wore nothing but a couple of kilos of silver chain, and her hair had the same sheen as her "clothing." She shot me a saucy smile as she squeezed by me-totally unnecessary, as I wasn't blocking the doorway-then vanished through the door into the bar proper. I had to smile. Sometimes this job offers the most interesting rewards.