[[Rolled 8 on the Perception, which barely makes 20; since knowledge (local) is +7 and because she's in on the show, I imagine Alizome knows what is up with that knowledge check too! As a historical note, I rolled Profession(Courtesan) since it seems tangentially applicable, and managed a 20 with mod- Ali didn't let her partner/boss down~]]<br/><br/>As soon as the curtain went down, Alizome beamed- "That went lovely, madam Katra- pleased to be able to work with you, you made it one of the easiest jobs I could imagine. Hardest part was making sure not to swallow anything inside you to make sure I could go right into singing, instead of breaking into a coughing jag. You feel wonderful inside there, by the by." Giving the shapeshift a grinning bow, she quickly grabs for a towel on the rack just out of audience view. She'd taken this gig on a lark, more or less; she always enjoyed stretching herself, and dinner theater seemed like an interesting way to branch out from what she usually did for a living. The pay was enough to live on, but not much more... but then, Ali didn't need much more. She'd have done it for peanuts if they'd negotiated hard enough, if just for the fun of new experiences. "Also," the elf says in a lower voice, "Nice job lifting that necklace. Slickly done." She nods, one professional giving respect to another as she carefully towels herself down. To make sure her clothes had the required holed look, she'd been doused in just a little acid while inside the 'harpy'- not enough to overcome her own tough skin, but enough to make the clothes basically unusable. For belated modesty's sake, she wrapped on a fairly cheap green robe once she'd wiped off all the residual slime. Without false modesty, she knew just how good a show she put on once she'd been swallowed, it had been the before and after that made her nervous; she'd been in and out of enough stomachs to know exactly how to move inside one, and had enough of a showman's instinct to be able to move in pleasing ways both to whoever had her and anyone watching. That was part of the fun, after all!<br/><br/>Once she got the robe on, she shook out her hair and began brushing it, getting the slime off there as well and letting the long blond tresses fall past her shoulders. She knew she hadn't been blessed with much physically aside from that hair, and meant to take care of it; her face was a bit squashed and flat, though not to the point of being ugly, and if her green eyes were somewhat cloudy at least they usually gleamed with mischief. Fluttering her ears, she continued working on her hair, adjusting the robe to at least pretend she had any cleavage worth the name when standing beside the 'harpy'; truth be told she was half inclined to hide in the shadows and surprise someone. Speaking of... "So, who's coming back here?" She asked the harpy, still brushing. "Haven't asked, not really my business, but I am curious why you asked me to stay back here with you for a meeting after the performance instead of hitting the taverns for some mead." She figured it probably had to do with the necklace- two odd occurrences close together were either part of a plan or a coincidence, and Alizome did not believe in coincidences.