[i][color=crimson]It mocks you...the filthy creature thinks it's better than us.[/color][/i]

[i][color=crimson]All in due time now...[/color][/i]Geralt answered the voice inwardly, mostly to quiet the voice. He needed to focus.

He had twirled his fingers to slip the record of Ivory's choosing out of it's sleeve and begin to play it on the gramophone, never taking his eyes off of the girl. This was different music than before, and hopefully would accompany a different routine as well. He would be greatly disappointed if Ivory recycled the same routine for the Big Top, it was a special show, of course.

Fortunately, she did not disappoint him. The act was not the same, although it incorporated some of the same moves used in the routine from the previous night, they were in a different order, and some were added that he had never seen before. He had been right not to underestimate her. Ivory was, if anything, an accomplished and dedicated performer. Geralt would not have requested to follow any one else's routine, especially after seeing this. He thought the night should build in scale, and this was the best way to accomplish it.

Normally, he would have spent this time watching Ivory's body more than the performance. She was quite attractive, and strong, and though her clothing was baggy, the twists and turns did give the Magician some glimpse of her pale skin beneath. However, this was business, and he intended to keep it that way. He watched her with the eyes of a performer, an artist, and not the eyes of a man. Ivory was not the only person in this tent who was a master of their craft, and he intended to make this known.

He watched it to the end, leaning forward in his chair, resting and elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. He trailed a finger across his lips in the posture of contemplating what he was seeing, but otherwise did not make any comments or interruptions. He had notes, of course, but he thought it best not to tell her while she was concentrating. 

Once the routine was over, he leaned back in his chair and offered Ivory a few small claps. [color=crimson]"That was stunning, but I expected no less,"[/color] he said, then stood and moved halfway between the chair and the stage. [color=crimson]"I wonder though..."[/color] he added, eyes narrowed slightly, [color=crimson]"If we can't do [i]more[/i] with it."[/color]