Tonight’s performance had been purchased by an old client, and custom tailored to one man in the audience - from the cut of her dress and the drape of her hair all the way down to the order of each individual song. Despite the chemistry with her singing partner, her attention was turned to the audience as they crafted a smoky, sultry mood, green eyes flittering from one face to the next, lingering ever so gently on her target’s.
“Then I’d just fade into you. In your heart, in your head, in your arms, in your bed, under your skin. Til there’s no way to know where you end, and where I begin...”
Her focus slipped for a fraction of a section when even in the dimly lit lounge she recognized a particularly famous - or perhaps infamous - person in the crowd, the edges of her lips tipping into the ghost of a smile. Of course she’d heard tales of Mister Lupin the Third, and as she stepped down from the small stage and made her way to the bar to get a drink, she couldn’t help glancing his way.
@arathief wanted a jazzy vibe~
