HEY It's TOPSY TURVY Daaaaay!!!

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Clopin’s cloaked companion smirked from beneath her elaborately wrapped cowl, amused by the Jester’s vivacious antics – this man certainly knew how to set the stage. With practiced ease, she’d raised from her seated position, each seductive swish of her hip accentuated by a rhythmical jingle of the tambour concealed on her person. Her emerald eyes briefly lingered upon Clopin before she gave a curt, knowing nod of her head. A mahogany hand peaked out from beneath her cloak, contained within it was one of the gypsy’s token smoke bombs. Without hesitation, she’d chucked the concealed sphere down upon the ground, its’ produced an audible bang and with that concealed her presence entirely in a plume of thick amaranthine smog.


When it cleared, the cloaked-figured had disregarded her cloak in favor of more fanciful attire. Atop her head sat an elaborate diadem outfitted with a faux ruby, its’ presence did little to tame her voluminous onyx tresses that fell feely down towards the small of her lithe back. Her hour-glass shape was accented by the form-fitting burgundy attire that dipped down low in the front, threatening to expose a bit of her womanly charm if pulled down a smidge further. Still, for the most part it was modest, exposing the full length of her arms as well as her bare feet. Truthfully, one wouldn’t have thought it a wise idea to dance upon any sort of stage given the risk of splinters, but for her, she felt most at ease with the earth beneath her feet – the plight of her people.


Her piercing emerald eyes drifted across of each of the ongoing spectators, ensuring to give a sultry smile as she’d met their gaze. Once she’d reached the edge of the impromptu stage, she’d reached down to pull at the sash woven around her waist. The thick purple sash that had been doubled over was soon revealed to be a sheer fabric, its’ interior glossy and embroidered with the golden depictions of stars. Once it was free from her waist, she’d spun it out in front of herself, weaving piroutetting on the balls of her feet before she’d tensed her leg muscles, pushing off the ground to throw herself into a one-handed hand-stand. With practiced ease, she brought one leg done to the ground, nearly folding herself before completely lowering herself into a split.


“"Hmm... let's see...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...so there's ten of you and one of me. What's a poor girl to do?"


She said dramatically as she’d looked at the participants, bringing an embroidered handkerchief to her eyes before she blew her nose. However, when she did so she crushed another smoke bomb. When it’d cleared, Esmeralda was nowhere to seen, that was until one looked at Clopin’s side, where she stood giving a playful wave to everyone before taking her bow.