INT. - JULIAN BLACK'S MANSION - NIGHT

Simone smiled at the slip of paper Clarence handed her, holding it over a candle flame a moment later. It curled into a pile of ash in Julian's favorite crystal ashtray as she watched, the light warming her black eyes with pinpoint flares.

"Perfect," she said, turning to slide her polished nails over the surface of her helpless guest's arm, circling the woman where she stood-held frozen by drugs and power-slowly, patiently, tongue ...