<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>What's this? A secret code? A secret passage? A delightful new location?<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>"'Speak up, this instant! What's gone into your head?'<br/>The mother cried to Jack, not knowing he's dead!"</em><br/><br/>Antonio's fingers danced along the strings into a flurry to end the song, all accompanied by the laughter of his rather jovial and rotund client. The wealthy man had requested he and his fellow entertainers join him at the Hookah Bar, paying not only for their services but for the fine flavors of tobacco and opiate. Given the laughter of his good percussionist companion, he could guess which substance he had been absorbing the most of.<br/><br/>"Good show, good show!" the plump gentleman clapped, the hookah pipe clacking against the rings squeezing tight over his sausage fingers. Sir Grumrump, Antonio recalled, and evidently a long time fan of their music and tumblings. "I do love such tragic comedy."<br/><br/>"And I have plenty more to offer, my good sir," Antonio grinned with a nod, one of his dreadlocks falling over his shoulder. He then leaned back upon the pillow, his hindquarters beginning to feel the numb tingle of having been cross-legged for too long. This was a good opportunity to earn some good coin, but how many toes would he willingly give just to stand for a moment.<br/><br/>"Indeed," Grumrump nodded, pulling heavily on his hookah. His smooth shaven chins trembled as the man suddenly exploded into a coughing fit, having inhaled too much of the delicious smoke. He wore nothing but a vest and harem pants, exposing his smooth bulk and the deep cavernous naval to the world. "I might have a fancy to hear the one of the fat madam whose corset burst on her and killed her client." Antonio kept his sigh internal as he sat forward, preparing his fingers to the lute. A sudden expression of epiphany struck the fat sir, however, who then began to wave and gesture for service. Antonio quietly waited, watching as a smiling servant, head cleanly shaven, approached and bowed before Grumrump.<br/><br/>"Is the, um... Marrakesh Gold ready yet?" the plump man asked, his heavy breaths betraying his efforts to discretely whisper. The servant nodded, reaching their hand beneath Grumrump's arm to begin helping him to his feet.<br/><br/>"Ah, let me assist," Antonio called, eager for any opportunity to be standing at this moment. The floor swayed slightly beneath him, what little opiate he had inhaled already betraying him, swinging his lute to his back in a manner that felt like a natural counter-balance to the floor beneath. Yet Antonio had been far deeper in his cups and still walked and performed with expertise. No slight tilting of the earth beneath would throw him off his game so easily. He jogged about the circular room, grasping Grumrump's flabby arm and helping to hoist him to his feet.<br/><br/>"Good show, lads!" the wealthy plumper smiled, slapping each on their backs. "In fact, Antonio," he said, slapping the entertainer on his smooth chest, "you shall come and enjoy! You treat me so well, and I'm sure all that glitters in the Marraketh Gold will shine all the more bright for one such as you."<br/><br/>"As it must, sir," Antonio nodded, agreeing. He fell into step behind the fat man, though his eyes looked back to his companions and the rest of Grumrump's entourage. "But what of the rest?"<br/><br/>"Ah, their time shall be in<em>due</em>time, my lad," Grumrump said, the smile on his face apparent in his voice. "Tonight, I share this special treat, a master and his favored musician."<br/><br/>Antonio and his customer were led through dimly lit halls that he had always assumed were for employees only. In fact, he was still quite certain they were, as all curtains and doors were closed upon their passing, all voices hushed. Secret ingredients of the tobacco and opiate needed to be kept hidden from the eyes and ears of competition, after all. It did not take long, however, before they reached the passage's end. The servant remained behind, but Grumrump pushed through the curtain wall, the thick materials smacking Antonio in the face and making his eyes dry and itch. He stepped forward, pushing through several abusive walls of curtain carelessly pushed aside by Grumrump, only to step forward into a rather grand and comfortable looking room.<br/><br/>"Extravagant," Antonio gasped, spirits soaring high merely at the scents of incense about him. Before he could even get a truly good look around, Grumrump's fat hand clapped him between the shoulders, his rings leaving a bit of a mark as the entertainer was pushed forward.<br/><br/>"But in need of a good entertainer!" Grumrump grinned. "Go, my favorite! Make the smiles upon the women and lads here genuine! Wipe the lies from their faces and make the mirth real!"<br/><br/>Antonio turned back, already feeling a bit out of his element, but saw that Grumrump was already distracted himself. The plump finger tickled beneath the chin of an impossibly cute waitress girl, one that leaned forward in such a fashion that her breasts pushed suggestively together and her skirt lifted just enough to make you think you'd see something. She and another waitress took his arms, leading him to a chaise somehow capable of withstanding his bulk.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, Antonio looked about the room. Most of the eyes had paid little to no mind on the fat man's booming voice, and others seemed to look with distaste. Others studied him in curiosity, however. He had to admit, the entertainment within was that special upper-crust level of drab, and despite Grumrump's physical appearance the man was certainly not oblivious to why the women smiled at his appearance. Coin and illusion.<br/><br/>"On with the show, I suppose," Antonio said, unclasping a satchel at his side. He removed three dark blue juggling balls, for starters, and stepped towards the center of the room tossing them into the air. He opened his mouth to say something, but wasn't really sure what to say or whom to address. So he simply kept juggling, popping his hip, catching a fourth ball from the satchel, and adding it to the rotation, all the while his eyes studying the room and listening for any sign of positive reception.