Liz stood in front of her mirror, quietly applying makeup as Ella Fitzgerald quietly sang to her through the small radio in her personal prep room. It was littered with corsets, skirts, and tights, all scattered about the room haphazardly. Lulu sat on the counter playfully mimicking Liz as she put her makeup on. Liz chuckled and sent Lulu a mocking glare. She giggled again as Lulu fell over in a fit of squeaky giggles. She heard Timmy grunt from one corner of the room, his arms crossed.<span style="color: hotpink">"I know, I know, Timmy. I'm almost ready!"</span>She told him, returning to look at the mirror. She had about 10 more minutes until her act but she had time. She was already dressed, just putting on the finishing touches.<br/><br/>Timmy let out a small sigh and trudged over to the couch on the opposite side of the room, jumping up to sit on it with a loud thump. Liz shook her head and began applying the mascara, her hand carefully poised above her eyes, steadied against her cheek bone. When she was finished, she pulled back and blinked, both eyes were done now. Her eye shadow made her eyes look smokey and rich and the mascara thickened her eye lashes, making her green eyes pop. She smiled to herself, her red lips practically kissable. She turned to face Lulu, a smile on her face, and blew her a small kiss. Lulu squirmed cheerfully and then jumped off the table, her fur flowing softly behind her as she ran over to the door. She stopped beneath the door and looked up then looked back at Liz.<br/><br/>Liz chuckled and got up. She stopped to make one last check in the mirror, making sure her grey corset was tied tightly. Timmy came up from behind her and tugged at the strings. She let out a huff as the air was squeezed from her lungs.<span style="color: hotpink">"T-Thanks, Timmy."</span>She weezed, trying to wiggle around and make more room for herself. When she was finally adjusted she walked over to the door, Lulu wiggling excitedly beneath her. She chuckled, watching the small pokemon below her skirt. The skirt had different shade of red of sheer fabric that went down to just above her knees and stood out just a bit, almost like a tutu. Her eyes grew wide when she realized she'd forgotten Lulu's tutu.<br/><br/>She turned to see Timmy holding out Lulu's tutu, a stern look on his face.<span style="color: hotpink">"Ah, thanks Timmy. I... I wasn't going to forget it. I swear."</span>She told him, grabbing the fabric. He shook his head and walked over to the door, stepping outside before them. Lulu looked up at Liz, excited. Liz bent down carefully, not wanting to lose her balance and crush Lulu. Gingerly, she placed the tutu around Lulu's head and pulled it down over her fur and around her waist. She looked absolutely adorable. Liz let her hand pat Lulu before straightening back up and walked towards the stage. She walked with meaning, her hips swung gracefully, walking with a purpose. She smiled at the ladies coming off of the stage and took her place center stage, Lulu posing next to her.<br/><br/>When the curtain opened, the light hit the two of them and the music played. A soft melody at first as Liz spun and twirled on the stage, Lulu following suit. When the song started picking up speed, Liz walked over to the mic and pulled it to her face, starting to sing. As Lulu twirled in the background, her fur swirling gracefully around her, Liz's sweet voice began to fill the room, a soft yet surreal voice that spelled out a story for them. A story of two people who fell in love among the stars on a night filled with war. The song turned sad as the music slowed. The boy had to go to war, the girl left behind. Years past, and the girl feared she'd never see her love again. Liz closed her eyes as the end came near. A note came to the girl, a letter from the army. The war was won but not without casualties. She broke down and cried, the baby in her arms. She smiled softly as the song came to a close and bowed politely as the curtains closed once more.<br/><br/>She sighed as she walked back to the prep room. They needed to come up with a new act. That one was getting old and it was so depressing! But... what would they do? She silently pulled her clothes off and pulled out her jeans and button up blouse, pulling them on without a word. Lulu and Timmy looked up at her worried but Liz sent them a warm smile, hoping it would convince them, herself included. She felt so empty. Why was she even doing this? It wasn't like she needed the money anymore. Well, it wasn't like she<span style="font-style: italic">ever</span>really needed the money. She let out another long sigh. She needed something to liven up her life. Something... She pulled on her red wedges and stood up, buttoning up her blouse. She looked in the mirror and brushed her hair silently. When she was done, she walked over towards the exit, ready to leave. She called out to Lulu who was sitting on the counter looking at herself and hadn't seen Liz get up.<span style="color: hotpink">"You little glutton. You just love looking at yourself don't you?"</span>She asked, looking down at her little friend. Lulu nodded her little head.<span style="color: hotpink">"Don't worry, so do I."</span>She told her chuckling.<br/><br/>Timmy was right at her heels as they walked towards her apartment. On the way, Liz noticed Sleeping Houndoom, the old bar she'd heard so much about. She'd never been in there before... She shrugged. She needed something to do other than go back to her apartment and wallow in her own faults. She walked in, Timmy still right behind her, Lulu at her side. She picked up the small Cinccino and carried her over to a table, waving at the bartender and asked him for a beer. He nodded and brought her one over. She thanked him and pulled out her purse to pay him. She gave him a bit more than the beer was worth, but she didn't care. She looked over to see a man sitting at a table near her looking over some papers. She smiled at him and gave him a little wave. He looked like someone important. Well, not a normal civilian anyway. She knew that the Sleeping Houndoom was known for it's owners. A family mob. She also knew that there was more than likely a fight going on downstairs. No doubt, Jessica Dawson's doing. Maybe she'd go down there and see what's going on. Couldn't hurt could it? She'd have to watch out for Lulu though. She's not exactly built for combat...