The air of the jazz club was thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke, men gathered in small groups, talking, laughing and having a good time with one another…until a soft, sweet as sugar and melodic voice began to fill the air. Seen on the stage of the jazz club stood a ginger haired artificial female with green eyes, clad in a red sequin dress, purple forearm gloves and matching heels, her hair glimmering faintly in the lights above her as she began to sing to the audience