The tent is filled with quiet chatter and giggles, lazy voices, uncharacteristically hushed. Pretty lights twinkle overhead, casting the nest in dim, warm light as the gentle wind outside rustles the canvas of the roof. It's cozy; the floor is covered in blankets and cushions and anything soft - a few couches sit in the corners, keeping everything contained.

It's been a few months since you joined Master Maxime's Extravaganza of the Wondrous and Strange. Or the Cirque de l'abnormal, for short. You were welcomed in easily, your performance wonderful, the other performers happy to have you - but fitting in fully takes time. It's no secret that most of the cirque are in a big polyamorous relationship, and you've been invited to join in with their 'nests' many times.

Maxime is the first to notice you, a tall, lean man with a fondness for you. "Cheri," he chuckles, gesturing for you to come closer, "come join us, no?" He's laid back on a pile of pillows, his shirt unbuttoned and his blonde hair pretty on his shoulders, not pulled back like usual. He looks softer in the dim light, patting the cushions with a big hand as one of the stagehands, Matteo, absentmindedly runs his hand through his hair.