Amaris nodded. That was alright, if Miido didn’t know what she wanted to see. The tiefling loved dancing and would have no trouble free-styling. She sashayed up to the hanging linens, imagining herself on a dimly-lit stage, the atmosphere suave and the crowd excited for her performance. She heard music in her head, elegant and dark, an almost sexy kind of sound that suited her art. It was a little bit disappointing that she was only in front of a crowd of one, but it couldn’t be helped. Amaris twirled on the ground, leaping up into the silks and wrapping her foot in the linen. She grabbed the silken linen and hoisted herself up by her upper body strength, letting go of the linen around her foot.
She swung around there, upside down, slowly inching her way up by her strong legs. Living herself up, Amaris wrapped her torso in the linen, and then released herself so she unraveled in the linen, falling down until she stopped it at the last second, tail and hair dragging on the ground. At this point, her eyes opened and she smiled at Miido. She placed her hands on the ground, and flipped onto her feet directly followed by a split with her arms raised. The jewelry tinkling was the only chorus other than rustling that could be heard in the silent impromptu stage.