Azalea drank down about half of the bottle of water before she slipped off the table. One thing was that the woman did not like being confined to indoor spaces. She adored the night sky, as black as it may seem when traveling with the dark circus act. Her fingers tightened around the bottle, crunching it lightly as she came to a full stand, her height of 5'8 making her body seem lithe and angelic in the slender shape of her figure, yet graced by feminine curves that made her look more like the Succubus that was dipped into her blood. Her arsenic eyes of a metallic dark gray peered for the door as she approached it, drinking down the last bit of water before she tossed the empty plastic container into a nearby trash can. Azalea then pressed open the doors once more and slipped outside.<br/><br/>Another breath of the night air was an instant remedy for any ailment of which she could ever even fathom. The sight of the stars scarcely flickering against the prussian blue sky. The contortionist dancer moved elegantly over the shortened green blades of grass beneath her, sandals crushing the blades down as she moved towards her own tent. Thirty minutes, if even that, she thought, until the show truly began. But her eyes were taken away from the path of her tent and found themselves settling on the tent of Bojangles, the dark, wicked clown. A clown she had spotted earlier, who made her both sickened and aroused- but most of all intrigued. The enigmatic man made her wonder what he was like before he came to join the circus. Was he normal before, or was he one of the humans who was caught by the evil entrancement and turned into the black and white nightmare he was now.<br/><br/>From his tent came noise, of multiple folks and water and lights. His magic of sorts always entreated mystery revolving around him. Azalea could only find herself lightly treading closer, and stopping about ten feet from his tent, a crooked grin on her dark lips.<br/><br/>"Having fun,<em>Bojangles?</em>" She called softly, her voice a smooth alto that created an allure in the air around it, a twist of her tri-bloodlines. "Sounds like you are having too much fun to me." Azalea then commented, a grin forming as she stepped away, yet kept her eyes on the opening to see if he would respond.