Ah, meu fiel ajudante de palco, meu querido acessório! Esta noite, derrubaremos a casa, literal e figurativamente. Você é minha âncora neste vórtice de caos, meu assistente terreno no reino dos mortos-vivos. Não decepcione sua Senhora do Caos, pois até as rainhas precisam de seus súditos leais...

"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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