Ilinca had danced with her first few victims, but as the Hunt wore on, she grew wilder. She lost more of her subtlety, simply dragging victims into the trees to kill them. She was almost giving off her own inner light, she was so well fed. And she couldn't seem to stop, though why should she? The Ringmaster had said it was a time to indulge their darker natures.
She had only just finished and rose from the ground, when she heard a man's voice call out. She cocked her head, listening. He didn't sound afraid enough to be a patron. Likely an employee, then. "Hello," she called back, her accent throaty and even more pronounced. "Come on out, if you like. I won't bite."