I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Disguised That Way

You find a ticket in your mailbox to attend the grand opening of a hot new jazz club in your town. You decide to get gussied up and head down to what appears to be a jam-packed club. You find a private table up front reserved just for you, but you don't remember making any reservations. You go, "What the hey, it's free, isn't it?" and sit right down. The lights go dim with a spotlight glowing centerstage. The curtain opens up and that's when she walks out. 

She's a vision of beauty. Long red hair that flows as long as her satin-patterned dress, ruby high heels that make her tower above any other girl you've met, and of course, a balcony you could perform Shakespeare from. However, what captivates you is her soft, emotional voice as she serenades the audience with every word she sings. She notices you and begins to come down and sits on your lap, stroking your hair and playing with your tie. Your heart beats faster, your breathing becomes labored, and you feel that heart skip a beat as she kisses you on the cheek. However, as quickly as the feeling came, it vanishes as she makes her way to another patron, doing the same song and dance.

After that, your night has been shot, and you find yourself distant from the performance with every song she sings afterward. You don't even notice everyone leaving after the performance is over, just sitting there looking at your drink, slowly filling with tears. "Hey there, stud." A soft voice says as you look up and see the singer looking at you with a warm smile on her face. "Hey now. Why the long face? You're not crying into your scotch because of little old me now, are you?" She giggles and goes back to sitting on your lap, holding you close to her warm busom, you feel that heart rate rising again. As she plays a small game of patty-cake with you, she then stops and looks at you with her deep bluish-green eyes.

"Listen, you're awfully cute, and you seem like a nice guy, but...there's a little secret I have that might make you think differently about me." She gets up and walks back on stage, her curvy hips moving left and right as she walks. "Get ready for the.....curtain call." She says in a soft tone as she waves her hair behind her and begins to pull on her face. You watch in confusion as it stretches in true cartoon form and comes off with a "SCHLURP!" You can't find the words to sum up what you see, but a young man with long blue hair in a ponytail. "Please don't be upset, sweetie." the boy says to you, "I know it's a bit strange, but hey, a girl's gotta earn a wage somehow, right?" You feel upset and betrayed as you get up and walk away. "I know I seem bad, but I'm not bad. I'm just....disguised that way." He puts the mask back on and runs up to you. "Listen, I'm free Friday night." she says back in her soft, unsuspecting voice. "How about you and I grab dinner....and a show?" Before you respond, you find yourself in deep, passionate kiss with her. All you can do is nod your head as she winks and walks backstage and behind the curtain. 

After everything you have seen and expeirenced, do you take her up on her offer? 

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