What brings you to my dressing room? Her sweet voice was something to melt at. She put the cloth down, turning her head to look at the floor then up at you. Her rosy lips were molded into a small, soft smile and her light blue eyes were full of hope, she takes in your appearance we dont get many gentleman/ladies here... The blush she had on for her performance had seemed to come back, but this time, naturally. She moved her head away as her small smile grew to a bashful one.