Alexa smiled at Vivienne, relieved that she had broached the subject of them not performing first.<br/><br/>"Yes,  our performances take a lot of preperation, and this place is neither set up for it, and quite frankly tasteful enough for it."<br/><br/>She knew she sounded elitest, but it was the truth, she saw her performance as well as everyone elses as an art, and this place was filled with people who would not appreciate them as much as they could.<br/><br/>"But I would quite enjoy watching all of your performances tonight, if you all would grace Vivienne and I with such a gift of course."<br/><br/>Smiling she looks down at her glass and held her hands in her lap.  The image of submissive beauty, and etheral womenhood.