IC worth nothing!

A slow, solitary applause echoed from the side of the stage (your left). A figure hidden in darkness letting out delighted cries and the odd sniff of crying joy, high heeled footsteps started clicking accross the wood. "Bravo" the figure exclaimed, soft, tear soaked and suppressed, like it was holding back the great secret of itself. The applause stopped, the footsteps pausing, followed by a thud, gasp of pain and a louder round of applause from a much larger unseen gathering. A satisfied grunt and the walking resumed.

A girl walking out after a second, a pretty but sharp face that promised both pain and bliss, her cheeky smile ended in dimples. Tears cradled in those dimples, rolling from side to side as she shook her head admiringly and her hands gestured hopelessly as she struggled for words. Stopping two meters away, her hands went to her face to wipe away the tears with surgeon precision to avoid smudging her makeup. A sharp hand movement stopped the clapping from behind her, sighing and curtsying to the singer.

"Beautifull, just beautifull. Your voice is matched only by your face." she fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously. Her voice and opinion was genuine, slightly offset by her violent red, ruffled kneehigh dress and cat shaped tights. She may be part of a rough culture but her ear for art was something she would and have been fighting for forever. "Please my dear, would you grace me with your name?"

The girl took her time awnsering, observing the singer and taking in her being from head to toe. Her eyes never lingering in one place for long, but her slightly cocked leg and cheeky smirk made her intentions clear. When done, she clicked her fingers, a large man running forwards out of the shadows and placing a chair right behind her, then hurridly bowing and disapearing back into the darkness. The girl was not comfortable being around them for too long, but they had thier purpose.

She accepted the chocolate stick with a delicate movement, fingers dancing in the air before picking one up and running it under her nose with a long, close-eyed sniff. She bit into it with a soft snap and smiled at the singer, but a smile that offered forgiveness for her silence. "I was simply passing by" she said airily after her mouth was empty. "And I heard a most delightfull sound, you see I too, have an appreciation for the singing arts." her legs crossed over, running her hands down her thigh and coming to rest at the end, finger locked over her knee. She could sense the girl in front of her, the little something extra she had. But hopefully that would not come between civility.