Oded & Zanna & Open
Her ethereal nature was alluring, but that's what it was intended for, wasn't it? Her attire accented her curves and hinted at more, but Oded was temporarily more interested in the gruesome topography in front of him. It was nothing compared to the punishments meted out in Hell for the sinners, but here, on Earth, it was strangely familiar.
"Indeed. This fellow should have been heard for miles," he pointed out, pleased that she had understood his reference. She had none of the impatience of the Sirens and he could not sense her so not a succubi.
There were all manner of creatures in the Cirque, but he had not met this one before. Holding out a hand, he said. "I am called Oded. Trapeze artist."