As she walked through the crowd, she spotted the bright scarlet that was her bustier. She grinned, watching it being held aloft, almost like a cape trying to attract the attention of a bull. She followed it to the man who held it...
...and nearly had a heart attack.
Holy bloody fucking shite!
Her hand went to her chest as she tried to calm her heart, but thankfully the smile remained upon her face. This honestly wasn't the first time she'd seen a man in the audience that she knew outside the club - that was why she wore the mask, after all - nor was it even the first time she'd seen a Weasley in the crowd. It was, however, the first time she'd seen George there, and having seen him but a few hours earlier, she was just that much more surprised to see him again.
Holding her lingerie.
She cleared her throat, and when she next spoke, she used a softer, huskier voice that she hoped was different enough from her usual one to hide her identity.
"I do believe that's mine," she replied with a wink. Now that the initial shock was over, she settled back into her 'persona'. In fact, she could quite possibly have quite a bit of fun with this!
"I hope you enjoyed the show, and your souvenir." When she spoke the last word, her lips puckered into a perfect O that exhaled the slightest bit of air.