<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/c35e5c8d72d34eb82d71873cb47124bf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Antonio Cabrello (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129139#msg13129139)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>The entertainer entertains!<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog, Semele; Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Juggling four balls in the air at once was enough to get glances, but not enough to truly grab attention. Such pitiful entertainment for the proles, no doubt. Perhaps he should have begun with a bit of music? If only he had his scarves, whose glittering silks changed colors to magically fit one's thoughts and mood. Those were always good for a show. Instead, Antonio decided to up the ante slightly. He began to juggle his four balls with one hand, slowly reaching into his satchel with his left. Grasping the remaining two rubber spheres, he hoisted them up, adding them to the rotation. It was at this time he noticed slight flourishes of color entering the room, a lovely lady in purple, a woman in green (or that was green?), and a most gorgeous of women that, had he been paying better attention, he might recognize as the owner simply by the flourishing style she exuded with each breath.<br/><br/>Despite the added load of additional rubber spheres, the immediate audience seemed to maintain a minimal interest. A few cursory glances to make note of the newly increased challenge, but otherwise it was still basic peasant's entertainment. To try and spice it up he began to toss one under his left knee, then the next under his right, then left, then right... he did a bit of a hop as he tossed, but otherwise kept the pace by tossing the balls high, giving him some time between each.<br/><br/><em>Clink!</em><br/><br/>He resumed basic juggling as he glanced back to the ground, noticing a few coins at his feet. He looked up, noticing the form of an Orc female watching briefly before continuing her circuit across the room. He smiled.<br/><br/>"The servant pays the servant?" he questioned softly. "Well that just doesn't seem fair." He leaned forward, his hands behind his back, tossing the balls in the air unseen as he looked to a pair of young courtesans seeming to tease the more nervous of new customers. They paused, faces slightly skeptical at first. "What do you say? Puts me in a bit more of a debt, does it not?" He smirked as they giggled, more at the sudden attention than anything he actually said. It was at this time that the entourage of the Pink Hydra entered, their presence drawing much attention. His, of course, was on the two cute little rabbits before him, who now seemed all too happy to flirt with him as he teased and toyed. He shifted his hands so that each was juggling three balls one handed, his mind juggling the possibility of two courtesans at once for the evening. Yet the mischievous look in their eyes suggested the only fun with him they were interested in would result in a bulge in his loose, silk pants, but for them to remain resting upon his waist. They'd only open their legs (or their mouths) to a very specific type of client.<br/><br/>Antonio gave each a wink as he sat upright, his hands tossing the balls from front to back, his arms and hands shifting to catch and toss from multiple angles. It was then that he heard the most tempting jingle of coin, his eyes following his perked ears to see who was the big spender.<br/><br/>”The lady enjoys you," a wolfman snarled from a few steps away. The canine head gestured into the corner, where Antonio nearly dropped a ball at the stunning light beaming off the woman. He hadn't noticed her entrance? With such a crowd surrounding?<br/><br/>Now, perhaps for some the sight of the wolf-men -- and even the orc woman -- would have caught attention, but for as long as Antonio has been in the Bazaar entertaining he has seen many a creature walk and talk. So the wolfman in a suit provided no surprise. The woman, though... she was certainly no courtesan. Her wealth and company were too intimidating. A customer, then?<br/><br/>With a grin Antonio nodded his head, swiping the coin purse and adding it to the rotation. Six balls and a jingling bag of coin, all seven objects swirling through the air. The stepped carefully forward, around the wolf and between any other clients, courtesans, or staff.<br/><br/>"Does the lady have any requests?" he asked loudly. "Tricks, perhaps? Or might she yearn instead for a song?"