As the music stopped Kylie took a deep breath, thanked the audience and headed back to her dressing room. She had just completed the penultimate night of her UK tour and as usual she was desperately tired, all she wanted to do was have a relaxing bath and then head straight for bed.
She ran the water and filled the bath with bubbles and peeled off her hot-pants and tight fitting top. She climbed into the large bath and thought about the performance she had just given. She thought about the final routine in which six large male dancers- all of them ruggedly handsome- stroked her all over, she found it very sensual, and couldn't help but touch herself below the water. She thought of the teenage boys in the audience- who surely weren't there for the music- she enjoyed the thought of being the subject of their wildest dreams.
A little later she climbed out of the bath put on fresh underwear and a dressing gown and started searching the room for a lighter- smoking was one of her few vices yet she could never remember where she left her lighter. "It doesn't matter." she thought to herself, "Lance will have one."
Lance was one of her dancers, a strapping 25 year old, who Kylie enjoyed flirting with, but he was happily married and so she would never allow herself to get carried away with him. She entered his room and asked him for a lighter, but then she noticed that he had a tear in his eye.
"What's the matter Lance?" she asked.
"It's Katie." He mumbled: "She just split up with meβ¦she thinksβ¦" he paused, "she thinks we're sleeping together."