What is someone supposed to do with a bunch of unconscious, augmented showgirls?
I'm unsure I grasp the concept of a showgirl, anyway. She's not dressed enough to be considered decent, but it's not like she'll be taking off anymore and allowing the audience to give her a ride (even if only in their minds). I should change this.
I should, because the concept of showgirls in this fashion annoys me greatly. Must I remind you all that they smell? Maybe not to you all, as your senses are feeble and weak in comparison to my own... but they do. All that... showing. Sweat is not a pleasant bodily function, I don't care why it's happening. Thankfully, yet another gift from Sparda: it takes quite a bit to provoke such a disgusting function from my brother or myself.
But yes, showgirls smell. Perfume they may wear, but it only enhances the stink. Sweat + perfume? No, no, no, and no.
I should just put in a strip club and fire the showgirls.
And breast implants are absolutely hideous. I have half the mind to pop them all, but I don't want someone walking in and thinking I'm sexually assaulting the completely unconscious showgirl troupe. Besides, I have that blowdart gun for something.
Smelly showgirls... And Joumingo. That man is a walking sweatgland. And yet, and I quote from the "prima donaesque" showgirl, he "screams 'sexual entity'". He's slimy, but he's an amusing magician and good publicity.
Honestly, and I used to say Dante was filthy.