Gunshots and Flashbulbs

Death Row! The new hot spot for all the sexy starlets, the who's who of America's vengeful sweethearts. Scandalous, intriguing, so gorgeous you might just... drop dead.

So go ahead- shoot that bastard! The jury's gonna love you. Flash some skin, bat those lashes, pucker and pout and for God's sake memorize your lines. Ah, and here comes the swarm, the locusts with their flashbulbs, pumping you up and sucking you dry. Enjoy your flash in the pan while it lasts, honey, because tomorrow a younger, fresher, even deadlier firecracker will waltz into that cell. 

That's how it goes here in Chicago. The invigorating glow of a bright beaming spotlight is a sensation to kill for. Stop at nothing to keep it blazing! Even if it means you have to die trying.

All That Jazz

Wipe that blood off your hands, it's time to dance! The sultry Kelly sisters make love to the dance floor every night- a raunchy jazz act awash in blue lights, these two bombshells seduce the audience with their siren songs. So why are the police breaking down the doors?

Tonight the duo is sliced in half. Velma Kelly commands the stage solo, spotlights blaring as her stilettos stomp out a flawless performance. Little does the audience know, only moments earlier those pumps pored over the dead bodies of her sister and husband. 

The lust, the lies, the... shameless spread eagle. Damn right they had it comin'! And she'd do it again.