Swan observed the audience as they stared in awe at the petals floating in the air. She smiled as the unsuspecting crowd fell to the simplest form of trap. Remarkably, the troupe could provide flowers in the fall. Cailina wasn't impressed, she knew the reason why the flower petals looked as if they were freshly picked.
The spotlight returned to Swan, who's now on the other platform. Her enchanting smile pricked the gentlemen's desire to take her home. The woman pranced in midair, an illusion that she belonged in the Elven Kingdom. She waved her hand, and a trail twinkled with her every move.
"Fione, mask," Cailina said.
The maid handed their masks from behind. Cailina placed her handkerchief on Aris' face and covered it with the white bunny mask. She sighed in relief as she wore her own. This show will be the end of her puppy if she didn't act quickly.
