A playful grin faded from the illusionist's face as she saw that Obscura's disrobing was not for the reason she had initially thought. While she did appreciate the view (heavens, did she), she was more than a little stumped as to what exactly was going on. She hadn't exactly had the privelage of examining the soothsayer's ink, and had no clue whether or not it was different.<br/><br/>She contorted herself a little, crossing one leg awkwardly over her pelvis to conceal the tent she'd pitched -- for now, anyway.<span style="color: #000080">"Ah.. I vouldn't mind a drink."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>