Cindy dashed over to them both, arms full of wigs and makeup and new clothes.

"Okay, quick change," she said, rapid-fire. She tossed a blonde wig at Kenzi as she started dusting more powder onto Seifer's face. No, she didn't know their real names. Nor did she care. She was overworked and due for a break, dammit!

"Kenzi, you're going in disguise, so play up the accent so people know it's really you. Also, on top of the confession, you're going to see if you can't lure the priest into becoming one of your boys, okay? So, ummm, costume change for you, too." She nodded to the scandalously short dress that she'd brought along. "Seduce and blackmail, once you're done crying."

Then to Seifer, she added, "And the director wants to see some real spiritual struggle here. Try to say no for awhile. Otherwise, the writers are probably going to write in another demonic possession plot."

"So's our audience," Cindy muttered. "You in a new wig might confuse the hell out of them."

Of course, the establishing shots had Kenzi walking into the church in her old wig and costume, but having her appear inside like this shouldn't confuse anyone.

"Like I have a clue," Cindy snorted. "Shit, like they do. But I think there's going to be a buried treasure plot in the church or something in a few weeks, so you want to have an in with the priest."

Unless they decided to can it by giving someone cancer again.

Cindy moved around to Kenzi's back, grasping the zipper with both hands. "All right, on three," she said. "One, two..."

When would they stop putting the actresses into clothing that practically had to be painted on?

"THREE!"

Cindy grunted a bit. Dammit, she'd need pliers to get this unstuck later. "You look good," she said, bringing up some "Mystery Madame" colored lipstick to finish off the change. "Just remember, project your voice. The acoustics are funny in here."