Heretrieved his tweezers and plucked his eyebrows with the surgicalprecision of a woman who had done it her whole life. His hair was long,but not long...enough to be passably feminine, so he dawned his shoulder-length brown wig as he finished the touches on his subtle yet cutemakeup. His yellow bra, embroidered with lace butterflies, matched hispanties perfectly and he took a moment to admire himself and strike a fewposes in the mirror. He opened his closet and found the floral-printhousewife. A gorgeous scene painted into the ballrooms massive domed ceiling, depicts Victorian lovers embracing and dancing amidst a flight of fairies surrounding them and lighting up the evening sky for all the couples, who are too lost in love, to see. The lighting, is only the kind of soft light you can get from the beeswax candles that burn from the massive golden candelabra chandelier, which hangs from the center of the dome and the secondary gold candelabras which adorn the walls of the ballroom. I won't WANT one anymore.” “Whoa, baby girl... Are you suggesting...?” “I'm thinking my dear ol' daddy maybe can give me everything I want.” “And...what about your mom?” “The next time she says 'divorce,' agree!” “And if I lose custody of you...?” “I don't think that'd happen, but if it does, there's always visitation every other week.” (smiles, kiss...) “You got this all wired, don't you?” “I think so, but we gotta work it.”A silence fell as the two newly incestuous lovers kissed,. ”“The proprietress, I presume,” Barnes said slowly, glancing at Moore before taking me in. “I must say, I didn’t expect the owner of this place to be so… young.” As he said this, his eyes panned down my body, taking in my form wreathed in a deep violet slip dress. Creep. I took solace in knowing that his true vice was of a different nature, and I grinned devilishly.“Well, we come in all shapes and sizes, as does our clientele. But at Taboo, you leave your identities at the door.” He almost.