"My psychic told me something ugly was going to happen tonight,' she siad. She was looking straight at me when she said it. I know I'm not beautiful, but I'm not realy ugly. I told myslef, though, that Satin hadn't meant me. At least she hadn't sounded very bitter about it. The was she was leaning against the dressing table, both arms behind her and that sensational body arching gently backward, might have been an accidentally assumed posture; but if so it looked like the most practiced accident a man would care to see."
1956.