<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Lady_wizard3.jpg)<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Sharell Zenteno</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299823.msg14669618#msg14669618)</div></div>The next performer walked with an eerie grace, nearly floating onto the stage, a blonde woman with round spectacles and a pipe that had a greenish glow to it, and her dress was nearly as modest as Alizeh's - although it looked more sturdy to any who were close enough to make a proper inspection.<br/><br/>Taking her place at the center of the stage, she swallowed hard, coughed subtly and steeled her nerves.<br/><br/>Right. No pressure.<br/><br/>Showtime.<br/><br/>"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, her rich alto rolling through the theater, "angels and devils, modrons and mimics and everything in between!"<br/><br/>She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and pointed at her forehead. A brief glimpse of another eye shone on her forehead and faded just as quickly.<br/><br/>"Hailing from the space between never-was and never-where, I, Five Eyes, seer of the hidden and seeker of the lost, will bring to you a vision tonight, not of planes or wars in heaven, but something a little closer to home.<br/><br/>A vision... of ladies suffering in a house of ill repute, oh yes!"<br/><br/>She squared up to face the audience with a playful smile - after the last two performances, of course she was going to dash their expectations. She was going to dash them harder than a ship that mistook a forest fire for a lighthouse! "And could be of more ill repute than the prisons?"<br/><br/>With the pulling of a hidden cord, the thin silk of her garments slipped away all at once, cascading down her form to reveal... another outfit underneath! She had dressed in layers. This one was an elegant (and expensive) take on the drab clothes a prisoner might wear - silken shabbiness, almost, and nearly form-fitting, particularly with a long slit down she side of her leg with a toothlike pattern to the edge that one could<em>almost</em>believe was from wear, if one were nearly blind and also were squinting very hard. Her glasses had disappeared in the change, although the observant were certain to notice the legerdemain when she palmed them.<br/><br/>"And what are they saying in those dark and lightless holes?"<br/><br/>Steeling herself, she burst into song,<br/><br/>"He had it coming!<br/>He had it coming<br/>He had it coming<br/>He only had himself to blame<br/>If you'd have been there<br/>If you'd have heard it<br/>I betcha you would have done the same!<br/><br/>I met Rashaad from Calimshan about two years ago<br/>And he told me he was single<br/>And we hit it off right away<br/>So, we started living together<br/>He'd go to work, he'd come home<br/>I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner<br/>And then I found out,<br/>'Single' he told me<br/>Single, my ass!<br/>Not only was he married<br/>Oh, no, he had six wives<br/>A whole harem, you know<br/>So that night when he came home from work,<br/>I fixed him his drink as usual..."<br/><br/>She made an arcane gesture beside her; what she conjured wasn't a man but it was a rough silhouetted illusion resembling one, enough to stand in for one. Taking 'hold' of the man she pulled a red silk ribbon full and flowing from its mouth. She pulled and pulled and as more came out the scarlet stream of it spilled across the floor.<br/><br/>"You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic!"<br/><br/>She 'threw' the man behind her and it disappeared into the darkness. Another step forward sent her prison uniform to the floor in halves revealing a skimpy top and short shorts, the sort a woman might wear to bed if she weren't classy enough to wear a nightdress. Most of her skin on full display but not on the level of the previous two performers, she could nonetheless sense the anticipation in the crowd. After all, she wasn't done yet!<br/><br/>"He had it coming!<br/>He had it coming!<br/>He took a flower<br/>In its prime<br/>And then he used it<br/>And he abused it<br/>It was a murder<br/>But not a crime!<br/><br/>Now, I'm standing in the kitchen<br/>Carvin' up a chicken for dinner,<br/>Minding my own business,<br/>In storms my husband in a jealous rage.<br/>"You been screwin' the milkman, " he says.<br/>He was crazy<br/>And he kept on screamin',<br/>'You been screwin' the milkman.'<br/>And then he ran into my knife."<br/><br/>Another silhouetted victim flickered into being with its hands in the air as she gutted it with a knife over and over, her eyes almost seeming to gleam as she pulled out another long red ribbon with each stroke, her relish in being the villain that brought forth fountains of 'blood' clear in every swing.<br/><br/>"He ran into my knife<em>ten times!</em>"<br/><br/>This third costume fell away... revealing a vibrant black and purple dress that was slitted on the bottom to fit into the legs - a near-exact copy of what she had started with, and what had looked like bare skin had in fact been flesh-colored tights! If the audience had come expecting to see Sharell naked they were going to leave disappointed. As the silhouette-victim disappeared she used her illusions to give herself a chorus behind her as she concluded,<br/><br/>"They had it coming (they had it coming)<br/>They had it coming (they had it coming)<br/>They had it coming all along (they took a flower in its prime)<br/>I didn't do it (and then they used it)<br/>But if I'd done it<br/>How could you tell me<br/>That I was wrong?"<br/><br/>Sweating hard under the lights, she froze waiting for a response. Now, she was either going to get arrested... or applauded. Or booed. She couldn't rule that one out either.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Technical/Dexterity: 11, Artistic/Charisma: 24</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-02-04 22:57:55, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 2d20k+1a+5 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=130344)<br/>At 2019-02-04 23:36:47, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=130345)</div></div>