EpilogueGizelle leaned forward to apply crimson lipstick under the bright electric bulbs of her dressing table. She wore a red silk robe, open just enough to reveal a matching lace bra and panties. Behind her, on a clothes rail, hung the velour leopard-print gown that she intended to wear for the first part of tonight's show.
The schedule was tougher than the young woman had expected, having to change costumes six times for each set and learn a new dance routine every few days. The pounds had started dropping off already but she loved the buzz of being the centre of attention and the loss of weight had only enhanced her hip bones and already shapely legs.
“Have we shaved girls?” the director asked, cheekily running a finger along one dancer's thigh, “We don't want to see any dark hairs p
