Amy Kyleson stepped off of the subway platform as one of the doors opened, a thick roll of crimson ribbon hanging from her hip.  In both arms she carried a long box, sealed up with duct tape with a slit upon the top for donations.  Written upon the side was the simple explanation, "Permits and ribbon have been provided by Gloria Fabrics, 158 Whisky Drive, where our motto is that all of life is art and our clothes should tell a fabulous tale."  Amy didn't mind providing a little advertising in exchange for her talents, especially when she got to keep all the Glamour, and she doubted that Gloria was going to want any of the tips anyway.<br/><br/>She already knew exactly where she wanted to go.  Even though most people could just set up anywhere, the very terrain around her was a necessity for her art.  Then again, part of the fun of a new city was to explore and locate one of the perfect areas, and it was one of the best parts of moving from place to place.<br/><br/>Once off the train, she bowed politely to the Sidhe and Boggans, allowing the nobility the honor of speaking first.