Natasha worked hard to keep "Spell," the first and most popular companion house in Paradise, fresh and exciting. Her twin brother Nate, who co-owned the house with her, rarely got involved in its management, leaving Natasha entirely in charge. On the surface, Spell appeared to be just another lively bar, but its unassuming exterior hid a secret: a hidden passageway that led downstairs, where the real business took place.

Natasha's thoughts were still with Frankie as she arrived, and she couldn't shake off her unease. Unlike Greg, she wasn't content to sit back and wait, deciding instead to take matters into her own hands. Eva Mailena, Natasha's closest friend and Spell's unofficial partner, greeted her in the downstairs lobby, her thick Russian accent unchanged since the day she arrived in Paradise. "You look unhappy," she said, her tongue clicking in concern while a hand rested on her pregnant belly.

Natasha's voice was all business. "I need a favor, Eva. Get me a list of all the mistresses and potentials under 20 from every companion house in town, not just ours. And I also need a list of all the eligible bachelorettes in Paradise.” Eva blinked in curiosity. “Of course I'll do this, but why?”

“I'm worried about Frankie. I think he should at least be able to see what his options are.”

“He'll see potential wives in a matter of weeks - have you forgotten about the Ivory Ball? He's on the welcoming committee so he'll have to attend.” Natasha shook her head, “I don't want to wait that long.”

“I'll get the lists to you before the end of the night,” Eva assured her.

"Thanks for handling that," Natasha said. "Now, how's business looking tonight?" Eva glanced over her shoulder, ensuring they were alone, before responding, "Angelove failed her weigh-in again. Mr. Lloyd wants to take her to Bali for a few days and is offering double the usual rate. I told him it was up to you to decide.”

Natasha frowned at the news. “How underweight is she?”

“Twenty pounds to get her back at the minimum,” Eva replied.

Natasha enforced strict rules for the women in her companion house, and maintaining a healthy weight was one of them. Despite Angelove's past struggles, Natasha had given her multiple chances, particularly for Ian's sake. Years ago, Natasha had spared no expense in sending Angelove to a high-end wellness center to address her bulimia.

Given Angelove's recent weigh-in failures, most would have been dismissed from the companion house, but Natasha held out hope that Angelove and Ian would marry sooner rather than later, allowing Angelove to retire from her role as a mistress instead of facing the shame of being kicked out.

“Pad her numbers and let her go,” Natasha said with a sigh, “but let her know that this is the final time.”

“Should I tell Ian? I doubt he knows.”

“Not now; I'll find the time to talk to him about it myself.”