The music finished. She got up and walked leisurely over to the record player, her heels echoing on the polished wooden floor. Deftly, she flipped over the record and placed the needle down gently. The music started up again. Sitting back down she reached over and took another cigarette from the crumpled packet on the coffee table, bringing it to her painted lips and lighting it with a match. She inhaled deeply, letting the match burn down dangerously close to her fingertips before casually tossing it into the fireplace beside her and reclining.
She closed her eyes, smiling serenely.