A figure in a pitch black room yawned as she sat up. There weren’t any windows in her room due to her “condition.”  Fortunately, Madam Star took heart and created the dark room (http://www.thewillowspalmsprings.com/images/palm029.jpg) just for her. Schuyler slowly moved and grabbed her sunglasses off of the nightstand before flicking on a small light. She let out a small sigh before running a hand through slightly wavy hair. She got up and moved over to the little tub that resided in the corner of her room. It was just a plain tub on legs. She filled it with water and soon started to bath in the dim room. Once she was done with her bath she dried off and got dressed. She walked over trunk of clothes. She pulled out red pair of lacy boy-shorts and slipped them on, followed by some black mini shorts and then her black belted pinstripe corset. Once she had her clothes on, she closed her trunk and sat on top to put on some red leather pumps. She took one more stop at her vanity and put on some red earrings, a red beaded necklace with a matching bracelet. Once she was done getting dressed she worked on her make-up.<br/><br/>She decided to go wear a light application of black eye shadow, followed by black mascara and eye liner. She added a little blush across her cheeks and then applied some red lip stick, blotting it with a tissue. She then brushed out her wet hair, running a towel through it to get rid of the excess water. She then brushed it out and fluffed with a little bit of gel. She moved from side to side, checking herself out in the mirror. Once she was pleased, she decided that she would go claim her little dark spot downstairs and relax, hopefully with some company.<br/><br/>She moved out of her room, closing the door behind her. She slowly moved towards the staircase when she twisted her foot slightly, almost losing her balance. “Whoa… close call,” she muttered as had a hand on the wall to support her. She looked around before continuing, not having hurt herself. She was just clumsy in heels. Reaching the stairs, she slowly moved down them, making sure to hold onto the railing before stepping into the atmosphere she now called home. A smile stretched across her face as she started to go about her teasing ways, lightly pinching the butts of those she passed. She needed a smoke really bad. She managed to get a couple when she asked around before grabbing a small box of matches. She lit one of the sticks up before inhaling their harmful toxins. Not that they would ever harm her. She was ageless.  She moved to sit down in a chair in her little corner to enjoy her cigarette. Once she had her fill, she shoved the cigarette butt into the ash tray with a little twist. She couldn’t help but wonder where she would be sent tonight if anywhere.<br/><br/><br/>[[EDITED]]