Until now, she'd never thought of herself as pretty. Standing in front of the mirror in her brand new $800 gown, she surveyed the woman staring back at her. Straight black hair brushed her jaw, defining vivid blue eyes. Long limbs made for a pleasing figure and as she ran her hands over the smooth fabric of the dress, she thought she just might impress him tonight. Or at least, she would be rid of her problem.

She pushed open the door and entered the elegant white room where the party was being held. He didn't pass up the opportunity to dance. She thought this might be easier than she had anticipated. It WAS easy. A simple injection under the collar of his shirt from the thin needle strapped to her right index finger. He slumped in her arms and she screamed. Everyone watched as she broke down in a fantastic display of hysteria. Music still floated through the air, carrying the horrified whispers on the breeze coming in through the open window.

One of the woman pulled her up from the floor, off of the lifeless body that had been her dancing partner. She collapsed in the other woman's arms, sobbing. Through expertly produced tears, she watched over her sympathizer's shoulder as the men declared him dead.

Problem solved.