Ms Dahlia Moon. You’d heard about her shows from across the states. Of course, most of the praise went to her rather excessive features than her magic, but that was to be expected with how she conducted herself in them.

So when you had the chance, your ass couldn’t hit that front row seat fast enough. The lights dimmed, a spotlight shone bright on stage and there she was. The crowd of suits and posh tuxedos applauded, as Dahlia twirls her cane.

She steps into the centre of the stage, accepting the praise happily as the crowd quieted down. Their show was about to begin.

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