Rosalie couldn’t exactly claim to be the inventor of anything special with it. “While this club itself might be my heartchild, I cannot claim to be the real brains behind burlesque. That is unfortunately a whole art style that’s been in works for quite some time. I actually used to work in a club much like this, at the coast of Spain for a few years when I was a young siren myself, actually.” She told him, before moving over to the stage, sitting down on the edge after giving him the paint. “Monday mornings, if you don’t mind? We have shows most evenings, but I can easily close down a monday.” She answered easily, while studying him. “You’ve not lived on the island for long, have you?”
“Oh?” It seemed every day since coming to the island he learned new things. There were so many parts of the world he did not know or understand but he wished to know them. He wanted more than to be just some country bear of his small Clan. “I am sure you were quite the attraction.” He replied sincerely as he shook the can gently. “I will put you in my book and come then. It’ll be good to have the chance to give everything a good touch up, that way the new spots will not appear so obvious.” He affirmed. Then he laughed at her question as he started to open the can. “Not even two months. I am quite obvious aren’t I?” He sighed, “I’m trying not to be. My Clan struggles with courting outside the Bear clans but our numbers grow smaller every century. And I find myself drawn to another kind of shifter. So ... we thought here we would have a chance. What brought you here? If I may ask?”














