The girls were standing in line outside Miklos’ club at ten o’clock and were giggling like fools. They’d been drinking prosecco and were dressed provocatively in their disguises. The bouncers had been watching them for several minutes and Dimi knew they were dressed exactly the way the club manager liked the patrons to dress. Scantily with plenty of flesh on display, was typically how Miklos’ clubs liked the girls to be seen. It brought in more guys who bought more alcohol for the half-dressed women. Magda had already slipped the bouncer a wad of cash to get into the club. He had promised to see what he could do, and they were biding their time, acting flirty with the guys in the line and laughing loudly.
Dimi knew what the bouncer was seeing. They were exactly the type of women this club
