The atmosphere in the room changed instantly when the elf met Sixpence's volley with a response twice as keen, and slowly she could feel their audience starting to turn on the human woman. It wasn't drastic, yet,  but she was definitely starting to hear chuckles and quiet cheers from women and men alike.<br/><br/>And Sixpence was very aware of it,  too.  A burning red crept up her throat and onto her cheeks, matching the red streaks in her matted brown hair for intensity,  and her eyes flashed. Interestingly enough,  the more 'aroused' her anger became, the less the attitude seemed to shift towards the elf. And maybe it was just her imagination, but she thought she smelled chocolate...<br/><br/>"Me, threatened by some little street-bunny?" the Madame sneered,  and waved her hand out over the crowd...  Wafting more of that chocolate scent out over those closest to the stage. "Look around you, elf...  Everyone in this room paid to see me,  me and those silly little Parisian twats. Not a single one of 'Em paid fer you...  And why should they? You give em the whole show for free!"<br/><br/>The dancers behind Sixpence didn't look too pleased with the way she had described them, but Sixpence was beyond caring. Like a feral cat protecting its  den, the Madame pressed the attack, drawing on every prejudice she could think of and using every trick she had to try and drive the elf woman back.<br/><br/>((Couldn't resist a reference to one of my favorite NpCs from our first Sr game.))