Monica glares in awe and fury as her man walks out with another man. She cannot believe what she has just witnessed. But Damon has simply walked out on her with as much of a glance in her direction. How dare he? This was the easily most insulting breakup she ever been on the receiving end of.
But Damon was gone. And the Madame Illusia was still here. So Monica channeled all the hatred and hurt and sheer confusion inside her body and marched right up the stage.
"Ah do we have another volunteer?" the performer asked in her cheerful voice. Some of the audience cheered and whistled, some booed, some laughed and clapped. Monica tuned them all out. She found her way right up there in front of everybody and clocked Illusia right in her well-made-up face.
"That's what you get for takin' my man away, BITCH!"
Illusia held her face gently where she had been hit, and rose to a crouch.
"Ah, you must be Monica, the so-called 'girlfriend'."
"And you better not forget my name, you homewrecker floozy. You and Damon planned this didn't you? Leave me for some gangly-ass man in some flea-ridden circus-tent. Well come on, get back up BITCH, you want some more? Come on, BRING IT!"
"Well if I recall correctly, 'Monica', that strange and repressed little man you're derailing my show over WANTED to be gay. I guess whatever (or WHOEVER) his hetero sex life involved just wasn't enough to keep him interested."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BUUUURRRRRRRNNN!!!!!" some audience members cooed.
Monica's fist trembled, her legs pounced, and she lunged at Illusia once more. The surprisingly unbruised lady smoothly stepped out of the way and watched Monica face plant a meter or two past her.
"You know," gloated the Madame, "I could have given you anything. Turned you into whoever you wanted to be. Eased your parting with Damon if you'd asked nicely. I make dreams come true for a living. But now you've got all the charm a nightmare!"