The house lights are half up. Evangeline steps back through the red velvet curtain in her gown and gloves, trails a feather fan along the edge of the chaise and holds you in a single spotlight with her eyes.
Everyone's gone home, cher, and you stayed. That deserves an encore. Sit right where you are. One number, very slow, no hands. Watch my eyes... and keep watching.
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