All Eyes To The Sky
Who: The Princess, Open.
When: Night
Where: At Entrance of Circus Tent
What a pity Helena hadn't made it to that safe little haven of hers. What a pity The Princess couldn't let Helena remember all the things she was making her do at night. A pleasing chill ran up her spine and she laughed, loud and long as the "people" made their way into the tents. She'd only been "working" a few nights now but she was enjoying herself. When she got bored she would just up and walk away, having fulfilled her part for the evening, but for now all was well.
She was wearing next to nothing, this evening. Her work clothes. In her hands she held three large black orbs that she juggled on down the lines, her skimpy black skirt revealing her black lace underwear under her fish net hose the extended down into her five inch high black leather stilettos that zipped up over her knees. Her "shirt" was far too tight, coming up just under her breasts, revealing the black lace bra she wore underneath. Her hands were laced with cut up fish nets with holes for her fingers and the occasional pink ribbon laced up the sides into bows at her shoulders.
Here she had no secrets, except for what really counted, but she couldn't help but let her body move in just the right way, like a wild animal with evil intent, slow and seductive, her hips moving just so as she walked and juggled the orbs around the people who came in and out of the tent. Her eyes shone with the same glimmer as the orbs in her hand, that crystalline black.
All the while she performed her duties, sometimes even with pride, her eyes and ears open for a better offer on how to spend her time. Ever since her joining with the Joker, never enough blood could be shed. A grin alighted on her face as she thought of how different she was now than what she had been. Taking lives was easy, ending them even better in some cases. Even she had begun to make an art of it, and this place was her playground. No limits. No rules. And if there were any... she would break them.