As you walk past a high wooden stage in some small market place in the depth's of the streets of Paris.

The show isn't that interesting but it seems like the show before was, as the large crowd is dissolving, only small familes and children remaining to watch.

As you walk around the stage, behind a curtain you spot the reason for the large crowd. A currently dressing, beautiful, exotic woman with gorgeous brown skin and dark hair and those eyes. Those marvelous gems of green that someone gave her as eyes, framed by her dark, thick eyebrows.

I notice you and fasten my hair band, I glance over at unfaced. Peeking at a woman dressing? Not very gentleman like, sir, lucky for you I already am dressed. A sly smirk tugging on the corners of my lips as I look down at my bare feet. ...well...mostly dressed. I tilt my head and look at you, smiling dismissivly. My act is over, kind sir, please watch the rest of the show or come back tomorrow.