The red liquid is dancing in her glass, but the beauty gets bored of its monotonous waltz. Her eyes roll under the red velvet of her bed, staying over the delicate creases, then coming back to the object of its original attention. Luxury loses of its majesty when the mind's torn by thousand one questions without answers. Tired, so tired, as much she can not find sleep. One more time however, she'd play the model, transcending her state of mind to make only one with her own image...