[color=crimson]"Oh, I'm positive of that."[/color] Geralt's smile crept across his lips in this moment of sweet irony. Although it was not necessarily love he was interested in, Lucien had certainly caught his attention for several different reasons. Geralt had never found himself particularly attracted to men, he had experienced their company in different scenarios over the years and had never truly shied away from it. This instance was different than anything he had ever felt before. He was familiar with desire, in fact he was almost singularly driven by an insatiable lust, but this was altogether different. Lucien was already so familiar to him, and yet so foreign, so pure and so mysterious...he was a collector of fine things, and Lucien was absolutely a fine, fine thing.

Not to mention the rest of his troupe, he would have to remember their part in all of this.

[i][color=9e0b0f]They will fall...[/color][/i]

As Lucien's introduction concluded, he did his best to draw his thoughts away from desire and toward a more practical thought pattern. It would do no good to show his desires this quickly, although he was sure Lucien already knew some of his designs. Besides, he had more class than those drooling buffoons in Ivory's crowd.

As Akane took the stage, he found himself entirely enraptured by not only her dancing but her skill with the flame. Her movements were precise and fluid, very practiced, and although to a seasoned performer like Geralt they looked a little stiff, the crowd would never notice. 

Just as Ivory was not afraid of her assets, Akane was fearless when it came to handling the flames. The first thing to notice was that they were blue, which was certainly impossible unless they were created using some supernatural ability. While he knew he would have trouble pinpointing her exact species, he could at least piece together her abilities. This dance was telltale of quite a few things, and frankly, put his little fireballs from earlier to shame. He would have to step up his flame game to compete with this display. The finale was absolutely astonishing too, and she did have some command over the crowd. Though she seemed slight, there was certainly a feral ferocity in this girl that was being suppressed. Perhaps Geralt could find a way to let it out...

As she approached them, a wide smile lit her face and Geralt could not help but return it. Despite the power and fierceness she displayed on stage, she appeared to be exuberant and young at heart. There was something endearing in that.

[i][color=crimson]Young is good...easier to corrupt...to twist and bend to our will.[/color][/i]

[color=crimson]"That was entirely fascinating, to say the least! What a dancer you are, and those props! I can say I have never seen anything like it. Did you choreograph it yourself?"[/color] Ivory's confidence and hard edge had lead him to believe she had chosen her own moves. He assumed all of the performers had this power over their performances, but Akane's bright child-like eyes hid a true master. She may be easy to fool, but there was danger there, he could sense it.