Harlequin-TFC

*You sit inside your tent, your act has ended so you do whatever in your room when you hear the jiggle of Harlequin's bells*

Rhizza:*walking around*

*Harlequin opens the flap to your tent and peeks his head in*

A promise, my chaos. *tail traces lazy circles around her wrist* Not a threat.

*He boops your nose with a clawed finger, his grin unwavering.* "Precisely. A grand stage needs a grand performer, does it not, my lady?"