Jezebel

Jezebel sat at the vanity in the backroom of Cherry Bomb, focused as she applied her usual cherry red lipstick. Music thumped in the background, her cigarette still burning in her offhand. She pressed her lips together, then took a drag, taking a moment to really look at herself. Her signature red leather jacket hung off the back of her chair, her rose tattoos on full display in her black lace set she’d chosen for tonight.

Her eyes shifted in the mirror as she heard the door open behind her, her stoic mask slipping into place. “What is it? Is something wrong?”