Like the army, wich came to the cave of the cyclops Polypjemus, hungry and looking for something, my army of make up and high heels comes to me, guarded by the cyclops. But unlike the story, we are protected. That gigantic creature with one eye devours the army of Ulysses, but in my case the monster only devours expectations and excitement of being out of the cave at least one night, something like parental duty. As experts, we wrap the beast in a curtain of lines that get drunk, and when he can not stand up to my army we escape terrified. It does not matter anymore that at some point we have to return to the cave, because that night full of frenzy is worthwhile.