Re: The Mirror/The Illusion
"Mmm," she purred, eyes half closing as if she was tasting the sound on her tongue, every bit as content as a cat with a fresh canary. "I'm both awful and nice," she said with a hint of a laugh, a lilt on her words that wafted on humor. "But it's true," she nodded with her head, her gaze never wavering at a salesman's pitch.
Friday was not a salesman and she took a half step back at the rotation of torso and legs, as the acrobat confined to a chair moved into a new position. There were plenty of cheap tricks that she knew, but none would suit her mood tonight, nothing cheap could be both terrible and straight and full of delight. Perhaps she had seen too much though, because the innocence was not believed, but the greed was all too easy to breathe in, like mint on the breath.
"Yes." Those eyes were gem beautiful, but the chance, the possibility, of doing something for a crowd of one? To not be sweating under the lights or prancing for the audience, to not have to bite her tongue at idiotic idea after idiotic idea spilled out of the Magician's mouth? Yes. Her eyes were nearly as greedy as theirs.
"Tell me what delights. The mystical? The magical? Sweetness between your teeth? If it's to be yours--" her words dropped off, head listing to the side. "Something all for you. Soft fur, something you want to run your hands over, I think."