He bows to Raina and strides to the stage. Ob lets him know there will be a guest performer this night. Something a little different to start their set. He watches the tables in the shadows as best he can. At least he thinks Alise doesn't notice. Gods... he hopes she doesn't, and he prays he is wrong.
Taking his place behind his keyboard, he smiles at Alise, giving her an image of his hands sliding over her bare waist and pulling her close. Mon Alli... I am going to get body paints... perhaps I should paint those flowers on your belly. oui?
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