Maelyn scratched her head a little. How did one tip a dancer? Just leaving money on the edge of the stage wasn't very safe. And chucking bills at her would be stupid. Perhaps Faeren meant<i>after</i>the dance. So she kept watching, the blush still on her face. Unfortunately, the pretty butterfly lady had to go help someone else. She hoped that she wouldn't get too drawn away. Kira, Faeren and herself were going to be partying all night.