Duchess Dubois – The Lordly Libertine

A debutante daringly disrobing or a decadent demimonde deshabillé? She may dabble in class, but she majored in sass, and now she uses her skills to tease her way into the hearts of audiences everywhere. Born on the wrong side of the tracks, her mama named her Duchess to give her class (sorry, not enough of an effort there...), and at age nine, when she had raised enough white bunny rabbits to make her first fur coat, she hitched a ride to the city and went looking for gifts.

This faux Parisienne may be on a high-horse, but she sure knows how to ride it, and when push comes to shove she'll get her hands dirty with the best of them. The surface is still clean and polished enough that she'll be leading snobby sugar-daddies around by their noses, but deep down she's no more a duchess than you or I. She knows when to be coy and blushing, and when to quote philosophers and tell dirty jokes, but, if she has her own way, a good horn section and a stiff drink is all she needs to be happy.