<b>--Behind the Ferris Wheel--</b><br/><br/>In the middle of a circle full of candles sat a woman in utter concentration. Her dark red hair was flowing all the way down her back in soft-looking, twisting curls. On her lap lay a pair of wakizashi, the grips bound in red and black leather. Camelia sat in silence, her eyes closed as she listened to her surroundings. She was wearing leather half-gloves, only covering her fingers. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of tight leather pants, and her round curve of her chest was visible beneath a tight leather top. Her abdomen was free, only covered by her hair, gently stroking against the bare skin.<br/><br/>Her fingertips twitched ever so slightly as she heard a sound to her left, but she did not know what it was. Slowly, she opened an eye to try and make out the identity of the dark shape against the darkness of the carnival's trailers and tents...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>