Samantha furrowed her brow as she finished aplying the red gold lipstick then reached into her violin case, set her violin gently aside, and removed first a parcel, then a few xeroxed coppies of an old picture.  She handed one to Angela.  "Check it out.  It's a turn of the century circus freak from at least twenty years before the first printing of the lord of the rings.  Yet he's a dead ringer for an orc."<br/><br/>She opene dthe parcel and pulled out a copper chain, two silky green scarves, and a bull whip.  She tied one scarf around her hips so that it formed a miniskirt, and the other she tied around her breasts, tight, and then fenagled around so that the tie was in the back.  She wrapped the bull whip from shoulder to hip with a bit more elegence, and hooked the coppery chain belt around her hips.<br/><br/>Looking in the mirror, she starled.  "Christ on a crutch...  I can't believe this is working!"