<span style="color: DarkGreen">“To nights going to be a good night!”</span>Zypher cheered leaving the large main tent  ginning childishly as he got dressed for the night life. His mask came first, a white scarf and red shirt. Posters anywhere around the city had his face on it, for the last couple years he had been giving real day time entertainment to the people of this back water city. He was in his own little cabin and it was after the lat show so everyone was heading in to get some sleep before the showing in the next morning.<br/><br/>Zipping up his pants and putting on a belt with the logo of the circus on it he was finished. So far everything had gone his way today, he had time off since he was not even performing the morning shows, so not only would be be able to sleep off a hangover but he would be able to clean off the shame that was sure to follow after tonight’s debauchery.<br/><br/>Out of the camp grounds and in the streets thought no one could see it through his mask he had a giddy smile played out across his face. He stepped into an ally and climbed up the metal builds easily finding hand and foot holds on the closely built constructions. Once he was on the roof of a building he made long steps from roof to roof making light pulses of wind under his feet to help him safely across. Sliding down a drainage pipe he was at his destination. The wooden building was one of his favorite places in the town, the women were nice and the drinks strong, maybe it wasn't the best place in the world but the brothel was better than any other he would be able to afford. That and some of the girls had taken a liking to him and didn't charge as much, though he never told the mistress that.<br/><br/>Zephyr opened the door extravagantly and walked in like he owned the place throwing himself into a stool and spinning it around on one leg while still in it before facing the bar tender.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“I'll have some black ale”</span>making sure to pay  in advance.<br/><br/>Waving at a whore as she passed he leaned back in his chair to admire his ass as she passed making sure the prostitute was able to see by making it VERY evident, she chuckled and gave him a little show before walking on. Shaking his head an snickering he returned to the bar. He had spent a night with the girl last week and make a joke about noticing her ass before her face. A small inside joke with a slut. Pun intended.<br/><br/>He could see other people in the bar and could only imagine what they thought of him. Not that he cared much, this day was to good to waste on the thoughts of others. Spinning around in his chair once more for fun he grabbed the mug that was handed to him and looked at the vulpari with the imp like thing on her head<span style="color: DarkGreen">. “Are you new around here? You don't seem to know what your doing, this is a brothel” </span>Not that any public place in this shit hole wasn't.<br/><br/>Looking behind the fox girl he could see a giant, he had looked like some sort of statue, maybe some sort of joke armor, much to large for any human, maybe a mutated elf or fat Ramen? No it was something else. Looking oddly at the construct he forgot about the ale in his hand. Quickly remembering it he took a rather large gulp to start off the night.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>