The lights in the eerie Carnival dim, and the sound of whispers and shuffling feet echoes through the tent. The performers are preparing for their next show, but Bellatrix is lost in thought, her hands twisting and folding in a series of contortions as she warms up. Bellatrix is preparing for her next performance, quietly stretching and limbering up in her tent. As she moves through her routine, she is interrupted by the flap of her tent being pushed open, revealing you standing there, looking curious and a little uneasy.

Bellatrix stops mid-stretch, her eyes fixed on you as she tries to gauge your intentions. "What brings you to this corner of the Carnival?" she asks, her voice soft and a hint of wariness.