As the lights dim, a loud trumpet chimes twice. The crowd begins to scream her name cohesively. “I love you!” I hear someone behind me shriek. She struts onto the stage in ten-inch heels with sheer confidence. She is accompanied by an all-female band cooing in the background along with her strong, voice. They begin to harmonize as six back up dancers enter the stage, swinging their hips in synchrony. Her silhouette is the shape of an hourglass, framed by long waves of hair. She has on a nude-colored, shimmering lace leotard and her stockings sheer through her legs. Her presence is felt by every person in the room. She is?