A lamp sat in the corner of the barn upon an old wooden table, illuminating the phonograph player that sat next to it. Soft notes of music streamed from the large, curved horn atop the player, and as it filled the barn her young body swayed from side to side. She pranced around provocatively in her version of the murderous burlesque dance, perhaps imagining that she was, in her way, arousing and readying the butchered corpse. As the song drew to an end, she would begin to crawl on all fours, swinging her hair back and forth and licking her lips, flaunting her youthful body to the dead as she lewdly caressed herself in anticipation of the sickening erotic adventure she was about to embark upon. Continuing to writhe about on the floor, her sweating body gleamed in the harsh light of the lamp
