She called herself Crazyqueen on the purple and red neon signs that blinked above the entrance of the Velvet Abyss, the most expensive and decadent club in the city. Before, she was simply Marina. A classically trained dancer who one day discovered that ballet doesn't pay the bills or satisfy the soul's desires. So she traded her pointe shoes for six-inch heels, her tutu for black lace lingerie and rhinestones, and the spotlighted stage for one bathed in ultraviolet light and