She stalks into the convulsing bodies. Lights strobe into the darkness, they spin around and out into her wide green eyes. Her breath comes out loud and fast. She's alone in a room full of sweat and tendons and piss and pills. Her arms rise to the ceiling and she chokes out a smile as beats pulse through her bones. The smile pulls at her lips and spreads across her teeth, all malicious and surprise in one. Delilah is none and Delilah is many, but these things are never what they seem.