Not once upon a time, neither in a faraway town, there wasn’t a sweet princess, but just a very glamorous woman called Katie, as catty as her name could suggest. Hot as hellfire, she was fully aware of her glamour. She wasn’t dumb, but liked to play the role of the stupid bimbo, vain, trampy and obsessed with looks. She thought that nothing could beat her pretty face and her natural charme.
Other women hated Katie: no woman could suffer a selfcentered braggard reming her how prettier and better dressed she was. Men hated her too, that particular hate that comes with lust and obsession. Katie loved getting under their skin, promising a night, just a night of lust and wild passion, than waltz quietly away. She lived for the sound of other voices telling her how pretty and lovely she was. A spoiled, rich, partygoing brat at heart, Katie had the body of a bombshell, and never was seen without a dazzling makeup and expensive dresses. That, ultimately, were the beginning of her new life… and new troubles.