Jynx glanced out the window still, her gold eyes zeroing in on the painted woman, gazing at her quizzically, as if wondering why the ringleader of this strange Vegas-place had left.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"What do you think she wants to show us?"</span>she asked Becca, still behind her and scrambling from the aftereffects of the kiss. The sentence was barely even a question, more just a statement. She was curious, though.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>