<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hehoECf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Azalea<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Open air Market<br/><strong>Action:</strong>OK Here We Go<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The lyrics at this point are largely immaterial. One can probably imagine them on one's own. The kind of system that rhymes fire with desire and love with above, all heavily sprinkled with Piffs and Puffs and all sorts of innocent naughty innuendo. It seemed she even managed to round up a couple of fans, and one heckler who was taken care of... by one of the fans. Oh yes. A good day. A piffingly puffingly good day. And only one way to end it. She really needed to give this place a show.<br/><br/>Pyrotechnics.