[The Golsaucia flowed through her blood. It was like the place was made for her. But rather than offer games and rigged anti-opportunities, Madhuri set up just a small piece of the Lady of Bliss:
The photographs were from past shows, of actors and actresses taking a bow, of their dances and songs in the midst of a musical; cabaret shows were glitz and glamour, of top hats and lace; concerts galore (wow, was that Adrien Agreste playing piano?) with audience members filling nearly every seat. Posters decorated the sides of the stand, announcing future productions. Seemed holiday tales would be coming up next, complete with teasers involving a Hallow's Eve Burlesque, urging audiences to come and embrace their devilish side...
Madhuri herself was passing out fliers, answering questions, spoke glowingly of her venue. But as she shook hands with so many interested parties, she offered a warning:]
Oh, and... avoid the Kupo Boxes. Trust me. Call it 'personal experience'.
[Parasraya]
[So many cats! Madhuri couldn't get very far in the city without encountering the needy little buggers. Really, she had more experience with the lions, the tigers, dragons... never cute little guys like this. It seemed they were lost, perhaps, and needed a hand home.
So the solution was obvious. Well, obvious for her, as she took a trip to a music shop, dropped down cash, and asked to borrow a few instruments for a while. The confused clerk agreed, and handed woodwinds, brass and sticks to the tiefling's master plan:
Song, of course. Her hands were busy with the drum, her tail tapping a tambourine dangling by a string behind her. From her mouth was a recorder, happily tooting away. As she marched down the streets, kittens and adult cats began to line up behind her in curiosity. It was the tiefling's hope, perhaps, that the felines would find their homes if they just followed her for long enough.]
Madhuri | Open
[The Golsaucia flowed through her blood. It was like the place was made for her. But rather than offer games and rigged anti-opportunities, Madhuri set up just a small piece of the Lady of Bliss:
The photographs were from past shows, of actors and actresses taking a bow, of their dances and songs in the midst of a musical; cabaret shows were glitz and glamour, of top hats and lace; concerts galore (wow, was that Adrien Agreste playing piano?) with audience members filling nearly every seat. Posters decorated the sides of the stand, announcing future productions. Seemed holiday tales would be coming up next, complete with teasers involving a Hallow's Eve Burlesque, urging audiences to come and embrace their devilish side...
Madhuri herself was passing out fliers, answering questions, spoke glowingly of her venue. But as she shook hands with so many interested parties, she offered a warning:]
Oh, and... avoid the Kupo Boxes. Trust me. Call it 'personal experience'.
[Parasraya]
[So many cats! Madhuri couldn't get very far in the city without encountering the needy little buggers. Really, she had more experience with the lions, the tigers, dragons... never cute little guys like this. It seemed they were lost, perhaps, and needed a hand home.
So the solution was obvious. Well, obvious for her, as she took a trip to a music shop, dropped down cash, and asked to borrow a few instruments for a while. The confused clerk agreed, and handed woodwinds, brass and sticks to the tiefling's master plan:
Song, of course. Her hands were busy with the drum, her tail tapping a tambourine dangling by a string behind her. From her mouth was a recorder, happily tooting away. As she marched down the streets, kittens and adult cats began to line up behind her in curiosity. It was the tiefling's hope, perhaps, that the felines would find their homes if they just followed her for long enough.]
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