<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0QwxalPdb8/R4rHnjJ2gEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X2s1u3fRTuU/s1600/dita_von_teese_moment_7_big.jpg)</div>Melanie Shute sighed as she sat in the tiny dressing room that she now shared with the singer. It was already cramped with just herself in there but now there were two sets of costumes, two make-up boxes... not that her own costumes took up that much room, most were pretty skimpy, after all.<br/><br/>She listened to Veronica's voice drift back-stage and sighed softly again. "If only I could sing like that", she muttered to herself, "I wouldn't be taking my clothes off for a living..." Then she looked at herself in the brightly lit mirror with it's ring of light bulbs and giggled. She knew it was a lie. She was born to be a stripper, she enjoyed stripping, and she wouldn't ever want to do anything else.<br/><br/>As the song finished, she listened to the roar of applause. "Well, Shullie, babe, looks like you've got yourself a rival!"<br/><br/>The shouts of<em>encore</em>made her fret, though. If Veronica's act went on too long, it would mean the cool-down comic getting cut and she would have to go on stage with an audience already ramped up by the sexy singer. She just hoped the bouncers were awake, that's all.