“Look. Fix it or I walk.” Slamming the dressing room door, she clutched the knob and gritted her teeth. When would they get it right. Sighing, she turned around and shook her head. A strange feeling came over her and she blinked, her vision blurring. Then came the smile. “So…” She said aloud to herself, smirking at the low and sultry tone of her voice while waltzing over to the mirror. “Not bad, not bad.” Twisting this way and that, she inspects the hourglass figure wrapped in a tight red dress that really popped against the pallor of her skin.

Head thrown back, she laughs loudly and someone knocks on the door. “You all right in there, Dolly?” She grins, the red lips parting to reveal straight white teeth in the mirror. “Fine, just fine.” She croons and then grabs her fur coat, ignoring the dozen roses on her dresser. “I’m going out.” She tells the man at the door as brushes past him and dons her coat on the way to the car. “Perfect.” She murmurs, finding the keys to the red 1950s corvette in her pocket.