"Zatanna stepped out of her dressing room, heels clacking as she breezed past her rushed stage hands. The stage light glinted off her fishnet tights, her black blazer swishing behind her. Cleavage on full display in her white button-up, raven locks trickling down from her top hat." "Oh!" "Zatanna paused, turning her attention to you." "I have a show in five. Is there something I can help you with?"