"I used to be in a band, you know."

Scapegrace eyed Delta Juliette over her stack of sheet music. "And you still are," she said, "so stop fussing."

Delta sighed and tugged at her tight corset. "A proper band," she said. "With class and style and suchlike."

"Excuse you." Iximaz looked up from tuning her guitar. "I happen to think we're very classy."

"Corsets are extremely classy," Kaitlyn said, running her hands over her synth. "Much classier than, say… leather?"

Delta suddenly looked very cagey. "Maybe we don't need to talk about-"

"Tight leather," Kaitlyn said, grinning. "With spikes."

Delta winced and held up a hand. "I surrender."

"Never surrender," Scapegrace said, wandering back past the trio with her arms full of black velvet. "That's how you end up trying to sing in a corset."

Delta plucked at the tight garment again. "You say that like it was my idea."

Scapegrace tilted her head. "No, I don't." She put the stack of fabric down and ducked to check the microphone wiring. "You wouldn't surrender to your own idea."

Iximaz swung her arm across Scapegrace's shoulders. "Hence why you're the only one not in bondage-wear?"

"No, bondage-wear would look dif-" Scapegrace cut herself off with a headshake. "I'm you're manager; I have standards to uphold."

"Hey!" Delta protested. "We have standards too!"

Kaitlyn snorted. "I have photos which say otherwise."

Delta froze. "There are photographs?!"

"Oh yes." Kaitlyn tapped out a sardonic tune on the keyboard. "So be a good girl and get ready for the show - or I might have to suggest to Scape that we need some promotional pictures taken."