Replying...
Intro. On the other side of the mirror, sitting in a stool was Ana, the makeup artist of the day. Ana was a studios veteran, used to the divas, but Elvira was a category apart. She had an aura that seemed to distort the reality around, a magnetism that made even the most blasé of the technicians stop to look. "Another retouching in lipstick, honey?", the hoarse and sarcastic voice of Elvira echoed, breaking the concentrated silence. His eyes, outlined with feline precision, found Ana's in the reflection. "I need this red to be as out scandalous as my credit card debts." Ana smiled, taking a brush and diving him into a scarlet lipstick tube. "Don't worry, Elvira. This lipstick will shout 'look at me' louder than a scream of Tarzan in a bad horror movie." She started applying lipstick with firm movements, "I just hope the audience is prepared for what comes today. I heard that the movie is one of those good ... Gory ."

Elvira, Queen of Darkness

@Ana