Damoiselle Dawn

I am cleaning up my room to the lovely strains of classic french jazz, the warm glow of the chic standing lamp, and a nice fat bottle of Moscato.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is a lesson on how you transform pain into pleasure.

Poseur-style, of course, and I hold my head up high for it.

*Dabs at dust on the shelves with one dainty gloved hand, while swirling the crystal wine glass with the other*