<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IoRcGg5.jpg)</div>While the prima donna was making a point towards Alizeh's footwork Erica was herself much more comfortable in a flat shoe or a good, solid boot (well, as solid as they come when the sole is hanging off and there's a hole in the left one that lets the rain water in sometimes) compared to the heels she was currently wobbling on, and she had a point that her own outfit was a hodge podge of what she thought looked fancy from the spare outfit racks, even the boxer who had never been part of high society knew it was simply bad form to point it out to someone's face. You gather in a group to talk shit behind peoples' backs where they're unaware of the snide remarks, elsewise you're due a sock in the gob. Not that she did so here, of course, merely gritting her teeth until she and her woman Briar passed by. What was her deal anyway, giving her the evils like that?<br/><br/>After the world-shattering crash that was the sound of Luciana's exit compared to her compatriot's soft steps had died down, her hand found its way to Alizeh's shoulder, "Nah you don't teeter. Least ways if you did I ain't noticed."<br/><br/>Speaking of teetering, so unused was Erica to her heels that when Valena scooped her towards the balcony she offered little to no resistance, so overcome was she by a sudden bout of vertigo that could only come from a lifetime spent avoiding the clickity-clack of heels and being careful about her footing when on a flat surface suddenly forced to adopt an unfamiliar posture. Her face was the dictionary definition of scarlet as she nervously glanced at the nobs gawking at her in her... well not finery, but her current costume. This was rather different to being on stage.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the blonde fancy man approached Erica, asking her questions about where she learned her tricks she gave a bit of consideration in what to answer - would it be right to say she learned the basics of shell games from ol' Dom down the back alley when he was fleecing people out of their hard earned (or stolen) coin? And she surely couldn't send him down that way for lessons, the poor man would likely attract unwanted attention from all sorts of unsavoury characters looking to thieve coin and cloth from him. She knew this because looking at him she got the idea in her head herself ~<br/>Still, she should provide an answer, something a little more appropriate. And at least it was only the one person.<br/><br/>"Please, ah, call me Erica," she said as she bore her teeth in a little smile, "Sunshine is just a stage name. My thanks for your kind words, the trick itself was self taught but the basics are similar to a shell game though in this case you have to be even faster because of the flat surfaces of the cards compared to the space under the shells and the cover they would normally provide. But I must say that I'm a little ah, what's the term... not shocked but rather caught unaware that someone of higher standing would practice such tricks. May I ask what what drew you to them?"