Wondering what could be next, Venger's eyes flicked to the Magician. But as she continued to stand to the side, he figured she was their protection while on the road. He made a derisive sound at the thought of such a bodyguard, but the laugh got caught in his throat as the Storyteller spoke.
Rose stepped forward in her easy going stride as Iris finished. She drew herself up straight and arched her back slightly as she slowly lifted her arms above her head, crossing her wrists, bare palms up. It was a seductive pose, oddly contrasting with her traveling garb and previous manner.
She tilted her head a bit to one side, causing a few stray strands of shimmering white hair to fall across her face. Her eyes closed to half-mast and she concentrated. Smoke began to drift forth from her demon-marked hands and fall around her. As the tendrils slowly curled and carressed around her body, Rose said softly, "And now M'Lord, I would offer up ta ye another performance for yer pleasure."
The rose and amethyst colored smoke pooled at her booted feet and she twined her arms as she lowered them in front of her. Her hands began to move, slowly, sensuously. She shaped the smoke, her graceful movements seeming a dance.
Within the smoke, a figure could be seen, though not clearly. The figure danced forth, costumed in veils which both concealed and revealed the comely figure. The figure danced forward, each step bringing it closer to clarity, seeming to grow in size.
Suddenly, Rose threw her hands wide and a thick wall of smoke erupted forth. And through the smokey wall, danced Bubbles....
