Every sorority president she’d contacted showed up for the event, as well as the female editors of the local weekly magazines, disc jockeys and concierges from some of Austin’s more popular hotels. Any one woman who might be instrumental in passing along the word of the new and improved Iron Rods en masse had been asked to join in the fun. From the looks of things, this was the social event of the season. Tatum glanced around the makeshift studio. With Heather’s help, they’d transformed the space into a dream of white and pink. Soft indirect lighting cast an ethereal glow on clouds of sheer material the color of a rosy baby’s cheeks that covered each and every wall from floor to ceiling. The elegant chandeliers chosen for the Iron Rods renovation were temporarily hanging in the room, adding the right amount of shine and glimmer. Four long rows of sleek leather settees placed end to end flanked a wide runway leading to a stripper pole, giving the men who auditioned plenty of room to show their stuff while the judges sat in comfort.
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