Sometimes I practice smiling in the reflection of a dark window. I try to look... happy. Inviting. The kind of girl who would be fun to have for the night. The kind who wouldn't make a mess of things. My tail twitches when I do it, a nervous habit. I wonder if anyone can see the fear underneath. I hope not. Fear isn't part of the transaction. Just the smile, the soft 'yes,' and the quiet 'thank you' after.