Wearing my fur and Film Noir heels (and nothing else), sitting on my red, red, couch with my feet up, I'm in the mood to sing. And sing I do, from an old Warner Brothers songbook. (I have a very good singing voice...just so you know ahead of time!) My pale legs are bathed in blue light, and my heavy calves sag delightfully as I twist my ankle around. A scene and mood change, and my feet are now up and my calves are slowly (and very sexily) flexing as I sing ‘The Shadow of your Smile,' ‘Somewhere, Over the Rainbow,' ‘On the Street Where You Live,' humming a few fragments from some other old sta... Show more