Ah the lights, introductions, the smell of fire and brimstone. How she loved it all. Her materials were ready and she was helping to set the tent up. Although it was already up and good to go, the production still had to be put together. Routine fell into place like water over a creek and she was fluidly getting everything together along with her coworkers. Soon enough it was showtime, and she was already dressed and ready for her introduction. "And now, for the mistress of danger and fantasy, Miss Koko herself!"
The crowd cheered and shouted, her adrenaline rising as she moved into the middle of the ring. She stood there, her performance attire gleaming when the lights focused on her. Her swords at the ready as she held them between her fingers and flashed a bright smile. Her calico like skin an outstanding show in and of itself as she moved and tipped her head back. The swords slid past her lips one by one, and that wasn't all. Her performance was just getting started as she began to bend and twist her frame, contorting herself with the dangers of the blades slicing her up. But she continued and continued until it was time to move on. Her fire breathing was next, and when she righted herself and took that baton from her table, the real performance began.
She made fires of all colours, swallowing them and breathing them into different forms. The flames reached the crowed almost in the shape of a vague dragon and she simply went on to eat that fire too. Purples, pinks, greens, and reds. No tone or hue was left from her blaze as she danced and performed, and soon enough. Even the metal wings on her back erupted in a blaze. It was extravagant, like she was a fire faerie herself. But she was no such thing. Simply a woman with a skin condition and talent like none would ever witness again outside of this tent. Outside of her performances. When the it was time to bow out, the crowd jeered and hollered her name, but she only smiled and offered a blown kiss before disappearing in a haze of smoke. After her performance, she dawned her wings of fire and stood at the entrance to escort and thank the patrons of the tent. Her smile ever bright as she signed things and offered gratitude to those who thanked her for the wonderful performance.
