The music pounded in her ears, obscuring the sounds of patrons, her shoes on the stage, pretty much everything but her own heartbeat in her ears. All dancers were light on their feet, but thanks to her Fae heritage, Ilinca almost floated across the stage. The lights winked and flashed off of her dress, throwing little dots of light across the stage, and those seated nearest to it.
"Christina...Mother's home..."
"Christina...come to Mother..."
Ilinca crooked her finger at the audience, and saw one or two of them start to rise from their chairs. She laughed to herself as they sat back down. She'd said it before and she'd say it again: fish in a barrel. Which was good, because she'd need one of them tonight. Her energy was starting to get a little low.
She sailed through the last repeat of the chorus, then curtsied amidst thunderous applause and whistling. She made her way offstage and out into the main area, settling herself in front of the bar. "Some water, please, when you have a moment," she called to Victor, leaning her chin against one hand.