'And here I thought I was the only one you were interested in getting into contact with,' quipped Lasciel, gliding silently into the backstage area. Sacks, sawdust, and comforting shadows. No other was lurking there at the moment, although that might change later. Not that she minded, or that she needed the dark either.<br/><br/>She shed her clothes matter-of-factly, and stretched. The shadows were not really obscuring her; her kind were meant to be seen even in pitch blackness. And there, away from the mundane world, her true nature was readily visible behind her disguising glamour. Only her hair was the same, and her sleek, generous curves. But those were covered in smooth mahogany skin here, accessorised with tiny horns and a whiplike tail, leathery batlike wings and gleaming yellow eyes, sharp little teeth and a forked tongue. Completely alien, but still viscerally desirable, in a way that bypassed thought entirely.<br/><br/>'Show me your best, big boy,' she purred. 'Close, personal and interesting.'