Blacktail Deer Plateau sweet talker

The brute moved so much, and she so little. It was strange, since Indie was most often the one putting on a performance, with all the dramatic sweeping movements that her professional called for. Still Indie stood in place, forsaking her natural compulsions to speak vividly and passionately, moving her body and slipping into different faces and dispatching distinctive roles. Then he giggled, a haunting, persistent sounds that seemed to ring ceaselessly within her head long after the sounds ceased to come from his dark maw. Indie’s golden gaze still shone strongly, spotlighting on Snake, interest quite piqued at this point. Perhaps she would play; spin a little game for the entertainment and benefit of both parties. 

“Aye, well as luck might have it…” The shrouded vaudevillian always tried to have a plan, but [if Indie was honest], her unplanned encounters were always the most exciting. This was definitely the latter, and she had no idea her goals or intention.  “I was looking for a man who is none too keen at reading minds,” the woman stated in her customary cool contralto, so antithetical of his own slurred and syllabic speech. Lifting up an single ebony paw and place it down six inches ahead, she shifted her body forward in a measure half-step. “Or, at least, pretends to be.” Indie suggested. Let’s see where this goes she though to herself.