[color=crimson]"Of course, that sounds reasonable."[/color] Geralt said, biting his tongue once again. Of course, logically he understood the plight of Cirque D'étoiles, they were hurting financially and needed to do what they could to become profitable again. The old him, the one less interested in the prizes that awaited him here, would have scoffed at charging a mere half dollar for his shows, but he was constantly reminding himself that he had a persona to present to the Ringleader.

Speaking of which, he had most certainly caught him looking at his form as they walked, and raised an eyebrow when the two locked eyes once more. Although Lucien would most certainly deny it, Geralt could tell his interest was piqued. He only had to far to go...

[i][color=crimson]Oh, how the mighty have fallen...[/color][/i] A dark chuckle echoed through the chambers of his mind, and his smile faded into a look of disgust. But only briefly, he regained composure as the two approached his performance tent.

The canvas was a dark color, brown it appeared to be on the outside. Geralt would have preferred black, of course, but he bit his tongue again as the two entered.

It was a well-stocked room, benches stretched the length of the floor and a stage stood at the far end. The string lights from outside snaked their way inside and light the space, but dimly. Overall, Geralt was pleasantly surprised by the layout. Aside from the color and the height of the stage, it was nearly perfect for an outdoor venue.

He walked the center aisle to the stage, and glanced around. [color=crimson]"Very nice...a good amount of air space for hand-waving, theatrical gestures and all of that. And the lighting is perfect."[/color] He looked over his shoulder at the Ringleader and his grin widened. [color=crimson]"You're spoiling me already."[/color]