Covered head to toe in full rubber catsuit, hood, gloves, and boots, Cybill Troy takes some time to relax and enjoy a few cigarettes on the cold steel autopsy table, running her gloved hands over her smoothe latex, slowly puffing down huge lungfuls of smoke before allowing them to billow from her mouth and whichever opening of her hood she likes, only to suck it back in in a beautiful French inhale.