Because the woman had looked away from Delilah, and had begun moving again.
Toward Danny Choi.
She walked past Danny to the doorway. With practiced speed he turned and followed her, closing the distance quickly as they crossed the threshold into the back, out of the view of everyone in the showroom. He reached out and took hold of her shoulder and began to proclaim, "You can't go back there!"
But Danny barely managed to say, "You can't -- !" before the woman spun around with incredible speed and grabbed his wrist. An inner switch was flipped in his being and nearly two decades of accumulated knowledge in the martial arts took over. He attempted an incapacitating open-palm strike to her chest to knock the wind out of her, but she parried it easily.
Danny tried again, no longer fooling around. However, no matter how strong or fast he was with his strikes, she blocked every one as if he was in slow motion. Then her right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed his throat. Danny, startled, was driven backward to the near wall. Her grip was like a vise...he grabbed her wrist with both hands, and he was shocked by how strong this woman was. More than that, the cords of muscle under her skin felt like welded iron. Her fingers felt like iron as they held him by the throat and wouldn't let go. He tried to breathe, but couldn't and he started to choke --
And then. She looked into Danny Choi's eyes.
He looked back into her own...he couldn't have helped it. And then.
Danny began to see...
"Delilah, wait," Danny said, and he placed his hand out in a gentle 'hold it' gesture. "If it's okay, someone needs to talk to you for a moment."
"Who wants to talk to me?" Then Delilah tensed up. "Hey, if you're talking about doing something for one of the customers, forget it! I told Mister Pucci I only dance, and that's it!"
"It isn't that," the enforcer said reassuringly. "But this really can't wait. I know you want to get back to the dressing room, but...could you please come with me?"
Delilah, in spite of her mood, gave Danny a strange look. She had really wanted to like Danny, in spite of what he did for Mister Pucci, and she couldn't help but think of him at times...but he was always so aloof and distant. He was never this...nice. "Just as long as this doesn't take too much time, okay? That was my last set for the night, and I want to go home."
Then Danny smiled...a genuine, sunny smile Delilah didn't know he was capable of.
"Of course. It'll be in one of the V.I.P. rooms. Let me show you the way, all right?"
He reached out and gently took hold of her arm, and guided her through the threshold. Delilah let the man guide her...she didn't know this man at all, but a part of her wanted to in spite of her guilt. She felt she had no reason to be afraid as they walked down the hall and within a few seconds he guided the dancer into one of the side rooms.
Inside, Delilah was surprised when she saw the woman from before, waiting for them. Before she could say anything, Danny quickly side-stepped behind Delilah and twisted her arm hard behind her back with one hand and slapped his other hand over her mouth. A nova explosion of fear hit Delilah and she tried to struggle, but she realized she had no chance against the man's superior strength.
Then the woman walked to them. Delilah froze, her eyes bulged over Danny's silencing hand. She didn't know what this woman wanted. She didn't want to know.
She wanted to get out, to get away --
And then the woman was right in front of her.
She looked into Delilah's eyes.
Delilah had begun to see.