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It was time to take the stage. Time for the performance to begin. They were waiting, waiting for her entrance.
The bathroom that was her dressing area reflected back the fear and desire in her eyes, as she contemplated this, a new take on an ancient art.
It was to be Kabuki of a different kind. The facade that was her stylised mask made her feel like porcelain entire, cool and smooth, and yet her bare skin trembled in the ambient air.
Her body was to showcase her skill to the masses. It was time to dance to the music, to flow within the boundaries of rope, to bare her skin whilst obliquely obscuring her soul.
Time to make art.