Varliss was not visible, whether he was around or not. At least the Varliss that everyone knew wasn't visible. He often lurked in one guise or another, almost never his actual form. No one in the guild, save its highest officers and those whom he slept with knew what he actually looked like, and even they couldn't be sure he wasn't tricking them somehow. At current he was actually in the bar, pretending to be a halfling of spectacular appearance. He watched the show with more than a passing interest. He hadn't yet made a companion of the Ifrit, much though he might like to. He also worried about searing certain rather sensitive portions of himself. As he watched her, his mind (a vast and powerful thing, if he was to be believed) started considering how he might mitigate any damage caused without restricting pleasure gained and shared. The darker parts of his mind also considered waving a hand and subjecting her to screamingly intense orgasms up on stage there, but would that be a proper show or just unkind torture?<br/><br/>He was far better at being fake than being real. When he did shows, he made spectacular patterns dance in the air, he caused stories to come to life, literally. He hypnotized individuals, and performed other banal feats. He put on a good show, everyone was entertained, but he disliked it more and more each time. Soon he might start getting imaginative, if he didn't find some sort of outlet. Himari teased him often, not just the constant prancing and not sleeping with him, but also for his generally lacking physique. Varliss tried assuring her that despite his size he could sufficiently rock her world, but she was not having him. He occasionally tried disguising himself that it might improve his chances, but either he hadn't quite picked the right disguise yet, or she was more discerning than that. It was obvious she wasn't seeing through the disguises, they were just too perfect. Nothing could get through his disguises... except touch. And even that was iffy. He could appear to be almost anything, and he was working on more... one of his tricks that he was cultivating was a centaur guise, he had a desire to experience mating with one of their kind, being the male himself of course. He wasn't much one for being impaled thank you very much.<br/><br/>He ordered a drink and asked that one be sent to the lady performing once she was done, of her choice. His was a form of rotgut known to fell men his size, and he was not even all that worried as he ordered it. The voice was huskier than his own, despite the smaller stature. This was one masculine halfling, for his part.