<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7nywiRN.jpg?1)</div>After a bit more time watching the others, Mara casually dons a thin shirt over her leathers, finding them comfortable enough not to warrant a replacement yet.  The residual oil on her skin makes the coarse linen feel almost tacky, but otherwise smooth enough to be comfortable.  She drags her fingers through her blonde hair to fluff it out from the collar in back, but leaves the neck untied, and takes a few uncertain steps about the dressing room.  It seems to her as though another cup of punch would be delicious--<br/><br/>Then, better sense flickers in her mind, and she shrugs to herself and sets the cup beside the bowl.  She's never earned so much in a night, so she casually steps aside, adjusting the strings that tie the coin purse to her waist, and smiles at Alizeh's observation of their invitations.  "I'm... rather excited to try.  We don't perform here for several days, and-- the way I see it-- being on reasonably good terms with the temple of artisans would be good for us.  And as for a lord?  Never met one."  She grins at Alizeh sheepishly, then with a bit more confidence.  "I'm... betting you<i>have</i>.  Maybe a duke or duchess.  You just have an air of... class, I'd call it."<br/><br/>Shrugging toward the door, she looks over the others in the room.  "It seems to be quieting down here.  Should we go?  Safest together, I'd expect."  She meets Alizeh's eyes then, trying to look as casual as she can.