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Behind the scenes of Clint City, Donna Luna is getting ready... but not like the other Misses. Beneath the glitter and satin, she hides a killer instinct with a well-loaded artillery. Not a gram of panic in her eyes: she already knows the ceremony is going to go off the rails.
When the horde emerges from the ground, the roofs, and the gutters, Donna doesn't back down. A shot. A high kick. Blood flows, the dress tears, and Donna Luna becomes a fury in heels.
Wounded, but standing, she drops her empty weapon and pulls out two huge swords hidden in the throne. No more Miss. Just a very angry Pussycat. And around her, the bodies pile up at a choreographed pace.
