The sound of the door opening caught my attention, and I noticed Yolanda come in.

She sashayed towards us with a cigarette and tapped her feet. Immediately, the women who attended to us urged us to stand up before her while someone placed a chair before her.

She sat down and moved her hands, gesticulating towards us. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

I looked on at her, confused, and noticed as the others took turns strutting and modelling for her. By the time it got to my turn, I simply ...