How much déjà vu could one man survive in a single day?
Martin wondered about that as the two women who had appeared behind Elisebeth stepped forward side by side. Their nameplates were hidden, and both wore unfamiliar faces, hairstyles, and hair colors, making them look completely different at first glance.
Elisebeth finally released Martin's wrist and moved aside, though the glare she aimed at the newcomers made it clear she was not giving up her place willingly.
Martin studied the two approaching women. Changing a face was easy in this game, but changing the way someone moved was another matter.
The woman on the left carried herself with the confidence of someone who expected every eye in the area to follow her. Her pace was slow and deliberate, her hips swaying with shameless purpose as she approached. She clearly knew what kind of effect she had on everyone around her, but those thighs gave her away before anything else could.
