She takes a deep breath as she looks at herself in the cracked mirror. She does not smell the stale cigarette smoke nor does she hear the idle conversations in the dimly lit room. Her subconscious barely registers the rhythmic beat of the bass drums. The image wears a short white skirt with a white lace blouse.
Young firm breasts threaten to burst through as one button holds the lace together.
Her small feet are covered with lace anklets and white strapped high heels are below long tan legs. Freckles of summer are covered by makeup and crystal blue eyes are framed by black lashes made thick with mascara. Long blonde hair cascades like a waterfall to her tiny waist. She sees the image of innocence. A nervous smile crosses the young face as she lets the music and voices seep back into her world.