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Myra led her girls into the two limos. She could feel the excitement in the air. This was her favorite type of event; All of her girls were dressed to the nines and she knew the profits wouldn't be bad either. (In fact, Myra expected the night to be the most profitable of the year.) She knew the girls would be nervous on the ride over, just as Myra was, so she sent four bottles of champagne with each limo. Myra decided she wanted her girls to feel perfect for the event; just a little buzzed and at ease. With ten girls to each limo, four bottles would be more than enough, but with a ten minute drive they wouldn't finish them.

As Myra watched the limos leave she walked toward the four car garage placed behind the building. All the cars were hers, but she chose her favorite; a 1960 Corvette Stingray. It wasn't the most expensive of her small collection, nor the flashiest. But Myra found it the most elegant. She loved the small cab and thin steering wheel, and she couldn't get over the jet black paint job. She slid into the red leather seats and grabbed the keys from a miniature safe in the door. She grabbed her phone from her purse and made sure each of her ladies had opened their accounts for their suitors to fill. After scrolling through and double checking, Myra revved the engine of her Corvette, and sped out of the lot.