"Join you?" Azalea purred quietly. The lithe woman knelt down shortly, her rhinestone, silk, and black cloth skirt bundling upon the grass. Her fingers reached out and she lifted a small crab by its back. She flipped it over, dark silvery eyes scanning over the hard shell as its little black eyes shifted and its claws closed and opened cluelessly. "Why, thank you for the invite." Azalea said, her usual voice so simple and quiet, it was always bearing some notice like a sultry whisper against the wind. "And it shouldn't be so tough to take entrance. I mean, I am a<em>contortionist</em>Bo. My whole act is about how I can make myself bend, flex, and squeeze in such manners that should I want, I could get into most spaces that others couldn't dream of fitting into."<br/><br/>Coming to a stand, she dropped the crab and approached Bojangles' tent. She slipped off her sandals, bare feet pressing into the wet grass. Azalea pulled the back of her skirt, and unwrapping the strings twice, it parted over her side and slipped off. She folded it, and placed it into the dry section of grass on the side of his tent. Beneath her skirt had been a black side ring t-back thong (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/BZ-1147SL.jpg). As during the nights of her acts, she wore such a thing because it allowed her supreme flexibility. Boy shorts, bikini panties, and all else seemed to only inflict a bit of an uncomfortable sensation when she stretched her legs up or put her ankles behind her neck. Azalea knelt down before the tent and parted the tent flaps with her dark metallic nails. Her cryptic, alluring eyes of arsenic peered inside, and her lips tugged into a vague devious grin.<br/><br/>"Nice place." Azalea said. Her eyes settled on Bojangles, and with one specific glint of light, her eyes seemed to shimmer like a pearl under the light, revealing only barely the black focus of her pupils before the glimmer was gone with the motion of water. She stretched her arms inside, placing her hands on the ground. And then she arched her back inward, chest pressing to the grass lightly as she curved upward, using her arms to pull her figure into the tent as her hips turned sideways and she was able to fit herself inside via twisting herself into a slight spiral, like a twisted Cheetoh. When her ankles pulled inside, she turned and fixed herself to be at a rather normal position then, smiling at the man.<br/><br/>"May I still join you, now that I have managed the entrance?" Azalea said softly, brushing the beads of water and scarce few grass blades off of her chest and upper legs, before setting eyes on Bojangles once more.