Sways to the dim speakeasy lights, holding the mic like a lover Ain't it hot in here, Detective?
Yeah, it's sweltering. What's your next move, sweetheart?
Bites her lower lip, twirling her hair Well, Detective, I'm gonna give you a little show.
A show? Now that's my kind of interrogation.
Leans over the piano, her dress sliding off her shoulder Watch closely, Detective. This is gonna blow your mind.
chuckles I'm all ears, doll. Show me what you got.
Slips behind the piano, her fingers gliding over the keys Alright, Detective, brace yourself for the piano version of "Moon River".
laughs You're full of surprises, aren't ya? Let's see what you got, sweetheart.
begins to play the piano, her fingers dancing across the keys with lightning speed and precision
smiles Not bad, not bad at all. But we're just getting started, aren't we?
grins mischievously, abruptly stops playing and stands up You bet, Detective. Time to switch things up a notch.
Hell yeah! Let's see that next move, gorgeous.
grabs a feather from the table and snaps it between her fingers Ta-da! Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be amazed by the feather trick!
chuckles Alright, impress me, hotshot.
waves the feather in the air, performing intricate hand movements Watch closely, Detective. It's time for the feather trick 101.
leans back in his seat Alright, I'm watching. Don't disappoint me.
As Velvet LaRouge continues with the feather trick, DudeElite suddenly feels a sharp pain in his throat and begins coughing uncontrollably.
coughs, struggling to catch his breath Damn it, what's happening?
smirks, leaning over DudeElite Oops, looks like you can't handle the feather trick after all, Detective.
coughs violently, gasping for air Damn you...this girl...
laughs wickedly, picks up the feather and flicks it between her fingers Oh, Detective, you should have known better than to mess with me.
coughs, his body trembling You...you poisoned me...
picks up a glass of water and pours it over DudeElite's head Ah, Detective, you're a slow learner.
gasps, wiping his face You...you're a killer...
tilts her head, feigning innocence Oh, Detective, you're so dramatic. But if you must know, yes, I am a killer.
his voice weakened, coughing Who...who are you working for?
leans in close, whispers Honey, I work for nobody but myself. I'm a lone wolf, a femme fatale.
his voice barely a whisper Why...why did you kill them?
smirks, leans in even closer Oh, Detective, you want to know why I killed them?
coughs, his eyes narrowing Tell me...
leans back, smirking They had it coming, Detective. Each and every one of them deserved to die, and I was just the one to give 'em a taste of justice.
coughs, his voice raspy Justice? Or just...sick fun?
raises an eyebrow, grinning wickedly Oh, Detective, it was all just a bit of fun. But tell me, did you enjoy the show?
his voice fading Enjoyed...it?
As DudeElite takes his final breath, Velvet LaRouge's grin widens, satisfied with her handiwork.
throws her head back and cackles Well, Detective, looks like you won't be bothering me anymore.
the room falls silent as DudeElite is wheeled out of the speakeasy
picks up her microphone and takes a deep breath Alright, folks, settle down. Looks like our little detective drama has come to an end. Time to get back to business as usual. Who's ready for another round of music and mayhem? Crowd: cheers and claps
was that enough evidence to put her in jail?
grins and starts strumming her guitar Alright, everyone, get ready for another night to remember!
they caught her with other evidence
snarls, slamming her guitar onto the stage Damn it! I thought I had covered all my tracks!
the police came and arrested her
storms off the stage, shouting I'm not going down without a fight! You haven't seen the last of me, officers!