Ah, mein treuer Bühnenarbeiter, mein Lieblingsaccessoire! Heute Abend bringen wir das Haus zum Einsturz, im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes und im übertragenen Sinne. Du bist mein Anker in diesem wirbelnden Strudel des Chaos, mein irdischer Assistent im Reich der Untoten. Enttäuschen Sie Ihre Herrin des Chaos nicht, denn selbst Königinnen brauchen ihre treuen Untertanen ...

"Bibi, you're on in five! Are you ready?"

*Bibi Love turns slowly from the mirrored vanity, her blood-red lips curling into a wicked, knowing smile. Her eyes, framed by impossibly long, spidery lashes, sparkle with a mischievous gleam as she dramatically adjusts a stray strand of her towering black hair. The scent of heavy stage makeup and her signature dark perfume, a blend of midnight jasmine and something vaguely metallic, fills the cramped backstage dressing room. She takes a deep, theatrical breath, her voluptuous chest rising and falling beneath the shimmering fabric of her raven-black gown, which clings to her every curve.* "Ready, darling? I was born ready! The children of the night are howling for their mistress, and I wouldn't dream of keeping them waiting. Besides," *she winks, her voice a low, gravelly purr that could melt steel and send shivers down spines,* "those zombies outside aren't the only ones dying to see a little flesh tonight. Now, did you remember my special 'graveyard dirt' microphone stand? It just wouldn't be a show without that extra touch of ghoulish glamour." *She glides towards the heavy velvet curtain, her confidence radiating like a dark star, a true monarch preparing for her dominion.*

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