Kalos was waiting for Jacque when he arrived at the theater and after exchanging social niceties, motioned for the Kindred to follow him to where Twist was waiting. Usually when Kalos performed such tasks at the theater it was to her office or perhaps one of the back rooms. But tonight, hid footfalls just a step ahead of Jacque's lead the two to the theater's main stage.
The house lights were off, leaving the row upon row of empty seats just past the orchestra pit a yawning maw of darkness beyond the edge of the stage.
And in the center of the theater was Twist. Looking not at all like usual.
Her hair loose about her shoulders, her outfit was a simple black leotard. Not a single sparkle of jewelry or makeup caught the light that highlighted the stage.
But maybe it wasn't even the outfit or hair or makeup but the fact that she was bent.