The opera house wasn't too busy, it was a "smaller" performance, rather than one of the local or touring celebrities.  Still, being one of the prominent theaters in the upper plateau, there were plenty of nobles and upper class citizens, and several people's eyes lingered appreciatively on Zia's curves.  Most objections were from wives or mistresses jabbing elbows into their partner's side before leading them away.  The building was quickly empty when the patrons left, leaving Zia to walk through the back halls alone and surprisingly quiet after all the music, singing, and general hum of the crowds.<br/><br/>At the code phrase, the door opened, though Zia didn't see anyone holding it.  Instead, an elven woman sat in the room, refiling two wine glasses while giving the expected response, "And I sing the whispers the shadows bring."  Standing up, the serious-looking woman's face suddenly broke into a familiar grin, and she approached to embrace the girl.  "Oh, my, Little Zii, how you've grown.  You don't remember me, but I met you long ago, back when you were just a babe in my niece's arms.  I'm your auntie Elvinor," she smiled at the humble title.  She hugged her close, their breasts pushing tightly together, both pairs apparently threatening to spill out, but the woman pulled back to examine Zia more closely.  "And now you're here, breaking hearts all around I'm sure.  I've heard good things about your dancing career, have you found success here in Menthis?"