Excerpt:

FRAN: I love it. I feel… magical. But I can’t afford it. I’m sorry, I should go change.
EVELYN: I won’t hear of it. As I said, my darling girl, we have other payment options: Cash, Card, Carotid, or Curse.
FRAN: Carotid?
EVELYN smiles, revealing her fangs – she is a vampire.
EVELYN: Yes, darling. You let me nip you just over your carotid artery and sip a little bit of the lovely red juice that flows through your body.
FRAN (shuddering): I don’t think… what was the other option? A curse? You mean like I have to give you my first-born child or I’ll wake up in the morning in the shape of a toad?

Read the entire play: 007-2402.07 – Beauty Is a Curse