(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Dame_avi.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Beatrix 'The Dame' Daily<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Staff Lounge at Club Xtacy<br/><strong>With:</strong>Open<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 6 pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Getting Ready for Work<br/><br/><br/>Beatrix had gotten to the club at about 6pm, the silence and comfortable darkness of an empty club hit her as she glided through the main room, her home since she was 17. This time of the evening was her favorite, the slow transition from Beatrix Daily, single mother of two, to 'The Dame,' Domineer Extraordinaire. Taking a deep breath Beatrix walked to the back of the lounge to where the staff the locker's were located. Finding hers in the middle of a long row of 13 lockers she bent over it closing her eyes as she fingered the lock, turning the dial to the correct combination. Hearing the comforting click, the locker popped open and her newly made costume hung on a hook.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you Martha."</strong>She smiled, fingering the leather of the crimson and black corset, and leather floor length black skirt, slit up both sides to her thigh. It was a marvelous creation and with Beatrix's creamy skin tone and dark eyes she would look every bit the dominatrix she pretended to be.<br/><br/>Quickly changing, she stood foot up on a bench in front of the mirror, her fingers pulling up the zipper of her black leather, knee high boot. Looking at her reflection she licked her painted ruby lips and smoothed her corset and skirt down, making sure it fell over her boots, the slits showing off a beautiful display of fish-netted legs. Her dark hair fell in thick waves over her left shoulder, clicking her tongue on the back of her teeth, she turned and walked towards the staff bar pouring herself a shot. Once clients came staff drinking was prohibited, Beatrix always had one before her shift, it helped with all the craziness that would occur.<br/><br/>Tilting her head back, she downed the shot, licking her lips as the burning taste of Whiskey warmed her throat. Sighing she set the glass back on the bar and went to turn on the lights, making it operational for opening time.