Vampirella, hanging upside down like a bat from the rafters backstage, observes Tiffany's understudy, naked love smitten inside a water tank, scrawling mash notes and cute little hearts in the misty condensation on the glass within. On the glass, she has given herself little cat ears.
"How sweet!" muses Vampirella, landing and resuming human form. "But she surely understands that all of her endearments and entreaties will be erased once the water pours in to fill the tank onstage. Perhaps she only dares admire from a distance. The cat ears are a nice touch, though: Is Tiffany drawn to that sort of thing, I wonder? With all that bondage in play, perhaps the little minx imagines that, biding her time, she'll get her chance!"