Kitty’s heels shimmied down the hall as she walked into the small room called her dressing room. She observed heself in the mirror every brunette curl was in place, her gloss shined to the light, her eyes dazzled through the black shadow, she looked rather dangerous and irresistable. Kitty looked down at he old wodden vanity. The bottle of poison laid in front of her and with the whip of her hand she clipped the bottle to the inside of her knee highs. She ran down the poorly lit halways and stopped to take a moments breath before she stepped onto the stage. She walked model like down to the pole and slide and danced around it. Just as she finished she unclipped the bottle from her knee highs, took a big swig, ran her fingers through her curly brunette hair, pursed her glossy lips and fell to the floor. The crowd hooted and howled as her body laid there dead and as cold as the floor.