The barn doors slide open. Using lighting from a Whitesnake video, the girls are backlit. Everyone rushes to see who it is, whispering, "Yo, it's sluts! Let's go see!" Maddie-Chloe, Countess Lana, and Briana-Lois are dressed in black, including corsets and leather boots. As they walk in, we get a tight, behind-the-boots shot of the three of them. Everybody cheers this goth-lite makeover. Because nobody could stand these chicks before. There are suddenly sixty people in the barn. Countess Lana complains that they don't have time for this, even with their showy entrance. Maddie-Chloe, with her hair all up and her tiny waist in a tight corset, reminds Countess Lana that time is the one thing they do have. Yeah, but it's a callback to something she said four hundred years ago. I think there's a century-long statute of limitations on that. She asks if Countess Lana didn't say that just before the angry mob set them on fire. "You're really not gonna let that go, are you?" mumbles Countess Lana. Clark comes over to bust up the estrogen-'n-blood bubble, and takes Briana-Lois by the arm. He says that the Princeton recruiter is supposed to be there soon, and asks what took them so long. Briana-Lois explains that they took the scenic route. With an intense look, and her boobs popping up to say, "Peek-a-boo!" she says she "loves the view." Boy, howdy. Lois has what appears to be a black airport luggage strap hanging from a neck ribbon. When she gets up in his supergrill, Clark asks her if she's been drinking.
Jason comes up to Countess Lana. He says he doesn't want to be rude, but he's just doing to say goodbye to Chloe, kick her in the teeth, and take off. Countess Lana says condescendingly that he's a big boy and he can do what he wants. "You're the one who wanted me here," he says. Fuck you, Chloe! "Things change," Countess Lana says. Jason asks why she's acting like this. He also asks why she's dressed like that. "Because it makes me feel sexy," Countess Lana says. Jason looks at her in horror, the way you'd look at a six-year-old in high heels singing, "Happy birthday Mr. President..." "Weren't you leaving?" Countess Lana asks when Jason won't go away. He takes the hint.