Taylor smirks. “Sorry, Lennon’s boyfriend. This is the beta version, so it will go through at least three changes before the show. And it often changes between shows. Oh here she is.” Lennon comes out of the changing room, her breast binder off, in a tan leotard of sheer fabric that overlaps over her breasts and the lower part of her torso. The leotard is accented with dark brown feathers, and her hair is pinned back. She looks at herself in the mirror. Taylor sighs. “Such beautiful, long hair. All gone.” Lennon’s reflection rolls her eyes.

Carra smiles. “I was thinking of singing Let’s Hurt Tonight by OneRepublic. Unless you had another idea?”

Zenith frowns and pauses. “Do you want them in?”