After the show; Backstage
Wren recognized people at the show, people she hadn't expected to recognize. She'd been in Seattle a few months now, but she hadn't spent much time around the Creations buildings, having only moved into Hamartia a few days earlier. Most of her time in the city had involved locating the areas with the highest concentrations of sex crimes and then finding someone rich enough that she could coax into being a permanent employer. She was fairly certain the man from Aubade could provide her with the latter, and she'd found plenty of the former.
She'd recognized Varian from the poster in the lobby of the building earlier that morning, and she'd decided to stop and see him. It had a taken awhile to decide whether to dress as herself, as Roxanna, or as what Varian would recognize; in the end she'd gone with the familiar. A cropped black wig, a pink, feminine corset paired with a man's pair of carpenter jeans, worn low enough to bare the thin strings of a thong.
She was at the entrance to the backstage area, which was crowded with people waiting for Varian to come out. She could see his dressing room door from where she was. It was open, but he was too far within it to be seen.