Cassie July is a bitch in heels.

Sure, maybe she won a few pageants in her day, but she's no teacher. She just stands there with her pimp cane and hits Santana with it whenever she pleases. Santana has the bruises on her shins to prove it, but it doesn't really matter since she'll be donning a floor length evening gown for the first stage of the competition.

Still, they better be gone by swimsuit.

"Back straight, tits out, and quit walking like there's a dildo shoved up your ass," Cassie orders.

Mike snorts in the background.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to steal your talent, Crassie," Santana retorts. She takes a lot of verbal abuse from Sue Sylvester since she plans on taking her job someday, but July is about one insult away from getting a new nose.

Cassie isn't amused. "Look at me, Santana. Chin up. Contestants don't frown. You know why? That's a deduction."

"Oh really? You know what else is a deduction? Getting blown up on stage. Huge deduction," says Santana. "I'm here to protect these girls, not prance around like a show pony."

"Santana has a point," Mike asks. He's on thin ice ever since he got Santana into this mess. And shot not that long ago. And a few other mishaps. He doesn't want to anger his biggest asset in the entire operation. "We've already rigged it. She'll make the top ten and by then we'll hopefully have removed the threat."

That's when Cassie swivels around on Mike. "You're awfully confident, Agent Chang, but do you know what would happen if anyone found out that Ms. Lopez here is actually a federal agent?"

Mike gulps. "N-no."

"Well, even the viewers at home will see she's unqualified by the way she walks. Then I'm guessing they'd dig a little deeper. Look for her social media. Try to find more information on her and what her platforms are, but when they find nothing, that's when the fun really begins. See, that's when someone - your perp - just might realize that the contestant from Montana isn't really who she says she is."

"Keep practicing in your stilettos while my team comes up with an Instagram account," Mike tells Santana.

Cassie smirks. "Oh, and Santana? We haven't even started on your talent."

Seriously? What a bitch.