[Even when the patrons are gone, and there's nothing left to do but relax in the downtime with the others, Rise craves attention. The tattooed girl with the doll-like face, unconcerned with modesty and wearing what to all appearances is merely pretty lace-trimmed lingerie, is therefore sitting in the center of the tent for all the others to see.
Of course, she's not sitting in any conventional sense. Her chest rests on the ground, hands folded under her chin. Her torso is arched and bent backwards to where her legs rest on either side of her head, feet flat on the ground as if this is totally normal. She glances around, dramatically pouting and looking utterly bored.
Occasionally, she'll pick up her legs, and move and stretch them lazily in the air as if halfheartedly practicing some of her routines, or just aimlessly fidgeting. But what she really wants is someone, anyone, to come talk to her. Or just look at her for a while. It doesn't make any difference either way.]
For all your tattooed contortionist needs~
Of course, she's not sitting in any conventional sense. Her chest rests on the ground, hands folded under her chin. Her torso is arched and bent backwards to where her legs rest on either side of her head, feet flat on the ground as if this is totally normal. She glances around, dramatically pouting and looking utterly bored.
Occasionally, she'll pick up her legs, and move and stretch them lazily in the air as if halfheartedly practicing some of her routines, or just aimlessly fidgeting. But what she really wants is someone, anyone, to come talk to her. Or just look at her for a while. It doesn't make any difference either way.]