<div style="text-align: center"><i>Lucille fixed her top, her metalic breast plate shinning a bronze color, giving her usual pale white skin a small red glow to it. She smiled at her self, her dandillion, almost honey like eyes smiling back at her. <br/>
As Lucille made her final adjucements on her make up and clothing, she turned and left her caravan. She flexed her dragon like wings in the nights wind and gave a small laugh, the cold didn't bother her, and how pathetic the humans are that the cold bothered them. <br/>
Lucille didn't have an act till after the intermission and was bored with herself till then. Undertaker had the only female performer because she had beastiality, she had no one to whip into shape or boss them around. She gave a small dissaproving click of her tongue, her flames upon her head sworring a few feet higher than normal, of course it was only a few seconds before going back to just the two feet above, swirling and twisting like it had a mind of its own.</i>​</div>