"Street-bunny?  Was it my long ears or my adorable toes that gave you that one?" she asked with a smile and a chuckle, raising her real leg without showing off her sex and flexing her bunny-like toes, one hand running over her particularly long distinctly dryad ears "My good madame what powers of observation you have there!  Oh, maybe you can call me 'blondie' next... you can see my hair is blonde, right?"<br/><br/>Of course, then she got to her feet then... and actually began to walk toward the stage, standing as tall as her short self could, but doing so with a confidence, a smile, and a glint in her eyes, with a sway to her hips that was sure to draw eyes.<br/><br/>"And what an EGO you have there!  You, clad in your pretty little clothes, putting on a show for these people who came to have a good time... COMPLETELY dismissing the lovely Parisians behind you, your coworkers, whom I must add are quite beautiful and I think everyone will agree on that..." she said, the tone of her voice not blatantly attacking, though her words, and her mere aura, oozed determination and confidence "Yet if you had simply kept your mouth shut and hadn't decided to insult me from the stage, I would have walked into the back to speak to the owner, the attention you said I was 'sharking' would have been back on you, and you wouldn't have had to stop your show in the middle of it to have this lovely conversation...<em>brilliant</em>idea, by the way, drawing EVERYONE's attention to me to get the attention back for yourself..."<br/><br/>Still smiling, she stopped just before the stage, arms under her breasts, unabashed at her nudity in the crowd of people horny and staring at her.  Not once had her eyes shifted to anyone but the woman on stage, intending to hold the woman's gaze with her own.<br/><br/>"So let me ask you something, Madame: what do<em>you</em>have to offer when<em>your</em>clothes come off?" she asked, her smirk practically audible, as visible in her aura as it is in her eyes "All I have heard from you is street-slang, insults, jealousy, self-absorption, inflated ego, and all I've seen is a distinct lack of professionalism, even stopping your show in the middle of things just to yell something at me... a lowly street-bunny, as you so eloquently put it.  The show is important, yes, but what more do you have to offer?  If my lack of dress is merely my advertisement... imagine what things I have to offer, such as the intellect and wit that seems to be bringing out your utmost vitriolic remarks and nature... so again, what do<em>you</em>have besides your body, which you certainly won't have forever?  Believe it or not, your job takes much more than a pretty face and a nice body..."<br/><br/>