It took Serina a moment to realize that the reason her perspective was shifting was because she was moving up and down several inches up off of the ground and then gently back down. There was no real sense of weightlessness, she still felt like she was on solid ground but there was a rhythmic motion up and down. She just stared at the ground for a moment, not putting together what was happening until her mind clicked and her eyes went wide. Obscura! In the heat of the moment, her powers must have slipped out of her control a little. Her face burned crimson when she guessed what motions her body was mimicking. Even though it was through no fault of her own, the feeling that she was intruding on their moment got notably worse and when her feet touched the ground she moved quickly away until finally the motions stopped and she could move normally again. It was bad enough that she was not getting to be intimate but that was going to affect her focus all night.<br/><br/>Serina just shrugged when Arturo asked what Cam and Izzy were up to. No sense in the whole troupe knowing what was going on in Camelia's wagon. She heard Izzy call her back but pretended not to. She felt in the way with the two of them and seeing the way Izzy looked at cam was a little hard for her. Besides, if Gabrielle and Obscura found a moment to share together, who was she to intrude? So she just kept walking in the direction of her wagon. She slipped back into her 'cage' and pulled the canvas down so that no one could see in.<br/><br/>Once there she slipped her hand under her pillow and pulled out a somewhat faded picture. It was a photo that had been taken of the whole troupe. She smiled as her eyes fell on Izzy with her arm wrapped around her shoulder, tugging a younger version of herself in tight. She remembered that time fondly. It had been a really good day full of mirth and some rather hilarious antics. To her recollection it may have been the first game of 'toss the lecher' she had witnessed. The thought made her giggle to herself considering that today mirrored that day somewhat. With a sigh she tucked the picture away and began to slide off her normal clothes, folding them neatly and tucking them away into a small chest. In their place she slid into her performance attire. The thin and extremely tight material clung to her like as second skin when she squirmed and squeezed herself into it. Once that was done, she check herself in the mirror, smiling. The dress accentuated her modest curves and made her look quite fetching if she did say so herself.<br/><br/>Reaching back into her chest she pulled out her makeup case and with ease born of hundreds of repetition she applied her makeup. Dark eye shadow made her slitted eyes seem even more luminous and deep red lipstick drew the eye to her fanged smile. Light makeup on her neck blended her skin to the color of her outfit, making it appear as though it was her skin and she was wearing nothing above the waist. Once she was done, the makeup case was returned to the chest and Serina just leaned back against the back bars. Fishing into the chest one last time she drew out the package of cigarettes and put one to her lips, lighting it and inhaling deeply. She had to try and put Izzy out of her mind. It was almost show time and people did not like to see a sad freak.<br/><br/>Turning her head away to exhale smoke she reached in to Kingy's glass cage and drew him out and placed him in her lap. Her long fingers stroked over his head and down his hood. She was just thinking that at least he liked her when he lunged forward and sunk his fangs into her arm just above her wrist. He liked her but he was still a bit of a jerk she corrected mentally and just kept petting him, completely unconcerned with the venom he was pumping into her bloodstream.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>