<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/edPwnecL5zLI_zpsc34e5fe7.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name: </strong> Zatanna Zatara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194159.msg9444715#msg9444715)<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong> Stage - its show time!<br/>  <strong>Tagging: </strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Zatanna had never spent a more boring forty minutes in her lifetime. Normally an extra forty minutes of alone time would be welcomed, especially if that alone time came with a nice, firm, naked man. But then it wouldn’t really be considered “alone time”. However there was no man to entertain her in the privacy of her dressing room, and so she was left to her own devices. Thankfully, her devices came with access to the internet.<br/><br/>Time could be wasted if you knew where to look! A few minutes buying shoes and boots, a laugh or two at the expense of ridiculous people, and a click on the local news site to catch her up on anything important. Zee looked at the clock and groaned. Thirty minute still to kill? And where the heck was her water? The door opened to reveal the smiling face of Mary, proudly returning with the requested bottled water.<strong>”What took so long kid? For a minute there I thought you were digging your own well.”</strong>Shooing away the little assistant Zee flipped through the newspaper as she sipped on her water, settling her mind as she prepared for the show.<br/><br/>A knock sounded on the door before a nervous voice sounded…<em>”five minutes Miss Zatara”</em><br/><br/>At last it was time!<br/><br/>Walking from her dressing room to the stage, Zee made a physical transformation from the easy going, somewhat smart mouthed young woman that had been wasting time in her dressing room, to the sexy, show stopping bombshell that she was. Her hips swayed in time with the soft swing of her long, raven coloured hair. Her eyes twinkled against the light, dancing with anticipation, her smile, as alluring as the Siren’s call. She was Zatanna Zatara! Mistress of Magic! Queen of the stage!<br/><br/>The lights in the theatre dimmed until they grew dark, a hush settled among the crowd. You could have heard a pin drop! One spot light pierced through the inky blackness, followed closely by a second. Spine tingling music pumped from all angles of the theatre, setting the mood and drawing the anticipation level higher. A fog rolled in, clinging to the stage floor, billowing in an elegant dance while th round lights chased each other, swirling madly around the stage, as if performing their own dance for those lucky to be its witnesses. A deep voice penetrated the room, drawing the applause of the crowd as the introduction of the nights entertainer filled the room.<br/><br/><strong>”Welcome all to a night of magic and illusion! Put your hands together and welcome the Mistress of Magic herself! The lovely and talented ZATANNA ZATARA!”</strong><br/><br/>The lights and music died.<br/><br/>The audience held their breath.<br/><br/>And then all at once the spot light burned through the darkness, picking out the alluring and luscious figure of the nights entertainment.<br/><br/>The crowd cheered wildly, whistling and calling out her name…Zatanna smiled. She hadn’t even begun and already they were hungry enough to eat out of the palm of her hand. They would be rewarded with a jaw dropping show of magic and illusion that would baffle their minds!<br/><br/>Zatanna was in her zone! What could possibly go wrong that night?<br/>