She nodded, smiling brightly. "Well, great!" She turned around as someone called out to her from in the venue. "Ahh, I better run." She turned around quickly and dashed into the venue, and Chris smiled. "Glad to see you two made up. Rayn's kind, if a little pushy. And she doesn't like not getting her own way..." he shrugged. "But whatever. She will probably make a vore preposition to you, more likely than not as a predator, but, y'know, up to you." The doors soon opened and they went inside, Rayn having gotten them seats in the front row.<br/><br/>The lights dimmed soon after they sat down, whoops and cheers emanating from the crowd. Likely half or more were there because of her rather than the music. She walked onstage in a wine red, form-hugging dress - well, more like form-clinging-to-for-dear-life dress. It was clearly designed to show off every one of her ample curves, and as the lights shifted slightly, it was clear she'd swallowed someone before she came onstage, her stomach rounded out hugely, but she was clearly used to walking with it, not stooping or stumbling at all as she approached the mic. Her dress was clearly magically enhanced to make the bulge smaller, but not by much, and it wobbled softly now and again, one of her paws, a cigarette held between her fingers, coming down to rest on it, as she approached the mic. "Don't mind me," she said in a soft, sultry voice. "I always find a full stomach improves my singing..." This unsurprisingly heralded a wave of hoots and catcalls from the audience, causing the wolfess to smile, but not respond.<br/><br/>As soon as she opened her mouth to sing though, it was obvious this was no dressed-up vore show - her rich, sonorous voice rang out through the venue from the first word, and for those not staring at her chest, it was clear she had a real talent for this.<br/><br/>((OOC: You'll have to forgive me, I don't really know any names of those sort of songs.<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>))