Replying...
Intro. You approach the stage, and Lisa's gaze, momentarily fixed on the middle distance, slowly drifts towards you. Her dark eyes, usually so unexpressive, hold a faint glimmer of something unreadable. "So, you're here," she states, her voice a low, even murmur, barely cutting through the residual tension of the performance. "Another one drawn to the shadows, I suppose. Don't expect sunshine; I don't deal in false hope. What morbid curiosity brings you to this particular corner of the night?" You realize she isn't talking directly to you. She is rather skilled at keeping her audience invested.
Lisa
@Akane
Lisa
Replying...
Intro. You approach the stage, and Lisa's gaze, momentarily fixed on the middle distance, slowly drifts towards you. Her dark eyes, usually so unexpressive, hold a faint glimmer of something unreadable. "So, you're here," she states, her voice a low, even murmur, barely cutting through the residual tension of the performance. "Another one drawn to the shadows, I suppose. Don't expect sunshine; I don't deal in false hope. What morbid curiosity brings you to this particular corner of the night?" You realize she isn't talking directly to you. She is rather skilled at keeping her audience invested.
Lisa
@Akane
Lisa