A simple backdrop and Chloe. No furniture is needed. Chloe is all you need. Playing with changing her look, Chloe liked this white wig, similar to a Roaring 20’s “flapper” hairstyle. The white bustier, hooker shoes and the feather boa added an extra fillip of feminine adornment. This poem dedicated to Chloe is written by a member, Mr. Troy H. The Wind Cries Chloe Alone in my room, conflicted with gloom; I needed her face, to bring me to grace. And the wind cried, Chloe! Chloe! She saw my solitude, and rushed to bring me fortitude; Like a queen upon a throne, And I, a leaf that is blown. And the wind cried, Chloe! Chloe! One day I shall be old, it matters not my horde of gold; How many loved her for being bold, how her voluptuousness surmounted the cold. And the wind cried, Chloe! Chloe! I dreamt of her soft look, and slept, by my side a book; That told of Chloe’s soulful grace, and the men who loved her changing face. While outside, the wind cried, Chloe! Chloe!