Sipping on the martini Madam stood, producing her cane from under her arm. The cocaine wasn't doing it for her, not in this environment. But what was there for a drug lord to do?
The fashionable woman slithered from her bar stool, swinging her hips out from side to side widely before tossing the empty martini glass over her shoulder. After the throw her arms spasmed straight up and she lifted her other leg, standing like an odd statue before walking on normally. "Vince, where's the church? I'm in desperate need of.." There was a pause as the wicked witch of the west shifted her eyes. "..divine intervention."
Eww.