Musetta

Vanilla, cherry wine, face powder and a hint of new stilettos she didn’t pay for. A velvet hiss of perfume left on someone else’s collar. Café liqueur, lipstick wax, and that laugh she saves for men who pay the bill. The room goes quiet when she walks in.

For when you're feeling flirty, da capo a pié... 

Puccini, 1896