Entrance post
The door swings open and a gaggle of young women clad in corsets, lacy bras, frilly panties, garters and torn fishnet stockings run past. Thick smoke, rollicking jazz music, drunken chatter and laughter follow them. And through the nightclub din, a slender figure made of shadow and light steps over the threshold.
He wears a short leather coat, rife with cracking creases. He's shirtless beneath it, his ghostly pale skin a startling contrast to the black leather, a latticework of suspender straps meeting in the middle of his chest with a frayed bowtie. His thin trousers are cut off at the knees, exposing a pair of worn workboots and sock-garters strapped to his calves.
Lifting a hand to his red lips, he takes a deep drag off an unfiltered cigarette. Kohl-stained eyelids flicker as he glances this way and that. His expression betrays no confusion, no distress, no shock.
If he had known that his dressing room was going to be replaced with a bar, of all things, he would rather have made a grand entrance. After all, he is the Master of Ceremonies.
tiny tags: Emcee, Villiers, Hedwig
He wears a short leather coat, rife with cracking creases. He's shirtless beneath it, his ghostly pale skin a startling contrast to the black leather, a latticework of suspender straps meeting in the middle of his chest with a frayed bowtie. His thin trousers are cut off at the knees, exposing a pair of worn workboots and sock-garters strapped to his calves.
Lifting a hand to his red lips, he takes a deep drag off an unfiltered cigarette. Kohl-stained eyelids flicker as he glances this way and that. His expression betrays no confusion, no distress, no shock.
If he had known that his dressing room was going to be replaced with a bar, of all things, he would rather have made a grand entrance. After all, he is the Master of Ceremonies.
tiny tags: Emcee, Villiers, Hedwig