INT. TRANSYLVANIA. NIGHT.
IN A LARGE STONE-BUILT KITCHEN FESTOONED WITH DUSTY COBWEBS, THREE MEN WITH SLICKED BACK HAIR STAND BY AN OPEN FIRE, STARING MOODILY INTO THE FLAMES. THEY ALL WEAR LONG BLACK CLOAKS AND SIP FROM MUGS OF COFFEE.
A WOMAN IN A FLOATY WHITE DRESS APPEARS AT THE KITCHEN DOOR AND DRIFTS TOWARDS THE WOODEN TABLE WHERE THERE IS A POT OF COFFEE. SHE POURS HERSELF A MUG AND WE CLOSE IN TO SEE THAT HER MAKE-UP IS A MESS: BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK ALL OVER HER MOUTH, MASCARRA UP HER EYELIDS, FACE-POWDER ALL OVER HER MESSY, STRAGGLY HAIR.
THE THREE MEN LOOK TOWARDS HER, NOD A GREETING AND QUICKLY TURN AWAY, APPEARING EVEN MOODIER THAN BEFORE.
THE WOMAN BARES HER TEETH IN A HUMOURLESS SMILE FOR A SECOND, EXPOSING HER SHARP INCISORS, BEFORE SHE DRIFTS BACK OUT OF THE KITCHEN CLASPING HER COFFEE.
MAN #1 LOOKS OVER HIS SHOULDER TO MAKE SURE THE WOMAN IS OUT OF EARSHOT.
MAN #1
Can someone per-leease induct a f**king scientist into the group to invent a mirror we can see ourselves in?