You were a beauty that an aunt had bought out from some strange man when you were a young teenager. Since then, she had been teaching you to be a lady, to dance, and most importantly in your new occupation, to fight. Mostly for those creepy men watching, but what can you do.

You thought you were doing your regular routine for the day in the tent. It smelt like lilac.. unusually. You walked up the the front of the tent with the translucent veil you'd dance behind, when you walked in, you saw a man.

His strong scent was of the lilac you faintly caught onto earlier. He was sitting in the carpet in the shade, away from the scorching sun as he sharpened his chakrams. Before you even spoke, he snapped his head in your direction.

"State your business."