To start my explanation... this has been a really weird week and it's about 3 AM right now... this started off as a non-fantasy picture that was more of a lingerie model than any kind of meaningful doodle; then, as I listened to music and gave her more of a personality, I used my webcam to take shots of the sketch and began to color it on photoshop 7. The colors seemed to go well with eachother, and I had fun coloring my weird hooker/model/stripper/other. Then I randomly sketched a wing onto her back, just to see how it would look. That was the moment that I realized how much it was really going to come together, and I knew I'd have to put words into the piece itself. Imagine how those women must feel. The ones that dance up on a stage and put their self-respect on the shelf for a few hours while they get their income. The displacement they must go through; what do they think about when they're up there? The wings seemed to fit her; really, we're all innocents.