Merrem: meet a bad influence
@glowtrolls It's not quite sunrise here, but the day club is picking up business well anyway. You and your ruby red girl have set up "shop" nearby; you're close enough to pull over trolls not yet inside, but far enough away you don't think you could be breaking any rules! Your girl predicts this will be a good day, and you know your girl well enough to be excited. The bitch ain't NEVER wrong about nothing! She'll be gettin' you some fine-ass paints to work with, you bet your best buttons. Your best buttons, which are currently adorning your braids alongside Beloved's lusus' feathers and turquoise and amethyst beads. A boom box is on a meter or so away giving you a beat to dance to. You do this for the carnival, too, also dressed only in patterned harem pants and shiny silver jewelry. There's a bowl at your feet for tips, and a club in your specibus in case anyone gets funny ideas. You'll take someone's mirthless head off without missing a beat. Beloved has a portable tent set up in an alley. A sign hanging outside points the way saying "Learn Your Future, Examine Your Past, Accuracy Guaranteed," and beneath that is a second sign that reads "save your creators for the dancer." Free anything is enough to rouse the suspicions of most trolls, but in this case, curiosity sometimes wins out. You've attracted a small audience already, and you take a moment to flirt playfully with the closest ones. It's all showmanship, after all!
