The distraction was certainly doing its part. Suddenly, there was another certain bulge that Slinky (sadly) didn't have a part of her anatomy on, the closeness of the oriental girl, her sensual nature already heading Gabrielle up. But the show had to go on.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"As you see, tonight I vill be performing vith une distractíon,"</span>she called out, arching her back a little and reaching one gloved hand back, caressing along the length of Patricia's slim torso.<span style="color: #000080">"But I assure you... your show vill not be compromised. Although... there does seem to be... something in my glove...."</span><br/><br/>Gabrielle got a sudden perplexed look as she gently grinded her body back against Slinky's, and, very slowly and deliberately, peeled off one of the black lace gloves.<span style="color: #000080">"I vonder... what it could be."</span>She then reached carefully into the glove, seeming to rummage around in the tiny little garment....<br/><br/>...Then, suddenly, her eyes went wide, and she thrust her hand outward, pulling not one but two dozen tiny black birds from the confines of her glove and casting them out into the crowd. They had eyes as red as hell, matching the illusionist's own ruby goggles, and they tormented the crowd without harming, or... actually touching them. Then, as soon as they had arrived, they vanished with a trace... and Gabrielle was slipping her glove back on, an evil grin on her face.<span style="color: #000080">"Much better."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>