Backstage of a 1930’s jazz club in a victorian era house, red haired burlesque dancer already past her primest stage age, by the makeup table, staring at the mirror in disbelief, after too many sweet and sour rum drinks and straight whiskey she is starting to fall into delirium and hallusinate, she feels the end of the world near as the view in the mirror reflects stars galaxies and undescripable ancient horrors like the water of a still black lake, the room fills with smoke smelling like sulphur, the shadows in the corners of the room attack her, the paint patterns of the ceiling join in the orgy, her dress rips apart as the tentacles of shadows penetrate her, tearing away away her frilly panties and exposing her heavy breasts now only covered with pasties, dozens of glimmering eyes, the eyes stare her bush from the shades of the room, suddenly the evil forces tuck the laces of her corset so tight, almost stopping her heart, she crasps the corner of the table as the sensation of drowning fills her, she feels her guts crushed by the shadowy forces violently penetrating the holes of her body, horror, scene, dark, glowing, eyes, <lora:3cfdf102b8e09e99ae7eb77b194d9459:.6>, <lora:MJ52:.8>, <lora:EldritchCandids1.1.2:2>