Chapter 17 cartilage stuntman tattoo

September 1885 London About once a month, there is an evening dinner of irregular dates, often called a circus dinner by the participants, which is a kind of nightly mixture of social gatherings and business meetings. Mrs. Padwa was never absent, and both or one of the Burgess sisters were essential guests.Mr. Barris always attended as far as his schedule would allow, for he traveled so much that his schedule was not always what he would have liked. As for A． Mr. H︱ rarely attended.Tara noted that their after-dinner meetings seemed more productive when he was there, though he only made occasional suggestions about how the circus itself should be run.

This evening, only the ladies are present. Why isn't our Mr. Barris here?Mrs. Padwa asked when the Burgess sisters arrived, as they usually came with his escort. He is in Germany.Leni and Tara answered in chorus, and Chandrash couldn't help laughing as he handed them glasses. He was visiting a watchmaker, Leni explained alone: ​​It seemed that he was commissioning someone to make a prop for a circus, and he seemed quite excited before he set off. There was no sideshow at the dinner this evening, not even the usual piano performance, but the sideshow still came unexpectedly. She said her name was Yuezi, but did not say that was her first or last name.

She was small, but not thin, with long dark black hair neatly tied in a thin braid on her head.She wore a dark coat that was too large, but her manner was large, and she seemed to be wearing a cape, which was quite elegant. Marco left her in the foyer to wait patiently under the huge golden elephant head sculpture while he tried to explain the situation to Chandrash, causing all the guests to flood the hall to see What's going on with this commotion. Why are you here at this hour?Chandrash asked in bewilderment.Of course, weirder things happened in Lefevre's mansion than the sudden sideshow, and the pianist would indeed find someone to replace her to attend the dinner when he couldn't leave.

I've always only done night shows.Yuezi only answered this sentence, without explaining in detail what strange opportunity brought her to this place at this time.But the smile that accompanies her mysterious speech is very warm and contagious.Sister Burgess begged Chandrash to let her stay. We were about to start dinner when Chandrash said with a frown: But you are welcome to sit with us and perform any performance you are good at. Yuezi nodded in salute, and showed that smile again. When the guests returned to the dining room one after another, Marco took her coat, but when he saw her taking off the coat, he hesitated again.

She was wearing a flimsy gown that might have shocked another group of guests, but they weren't so easily startled.It was called a dress, but it was really just a long strip of fine red silk satin wrapped around a corset. But it wasn't her scantily-clad attire that got Marco staring at her, but the tattoos that crawled across her body. It was hard to see what it was at first, a large black mark crawling on her shoulders and neck, the front stopped just above her cleavage, and the back went all the way into her corset, no way to tell if the tattoos were still crawling inside how far.

A closer look revealed that those tattoos were not just little black spots.It was a flowing stream of alchemical and astrological symbols, ancient planetary and elemental signs, all inscribed in black ink on her fine skin.Mercury, lead, antimony, a crescent crescent rests on the nape of her neck, and near her collarbone is an Egyptian cross.There are also a variety of symbols: Nordic runes, Chinese characters.Countless tattoos can be fused and connected into a single pattern, like an elegant and extraordinary jewelry on her body. Yuezi noticed Marco's gaze, and even though he didn't ask, she said softly, this is a part of me, past, present and future me.

Then she smiled and walked into the dining room, leaving Marco alone in the hallway.It was at this time that the clock struck twelve o'clock at midnight, and the first course was served. She took off her shoes at the door and walked barefoot to a spot near the piano that received the most light from the chandeliers and chandeliers. At first she just stood there, relaxed and calm under the curious gaze of the guests, and then her performance was presented in front of everyone. She's a cartilaginous stuntman. Traditionally, cartilage stuntmen have either forward or backward bends, depending on the softness of the performer's individual spine, and their stunts and performance tricks are based on this difference.However, Tsukiko is a rare cartilaginous stuntman with both softness.

Her movements had the grace of a seasoned ballet dancer, and Madame Padwa noticed it before she showed any more agile skills, and whispered it to Sister Burgess. Did you know these tricks back then?Tara asked her.At this time, Yuezi was pulling one leg up far above the head. My social life would be a lot busier if I had it.Madame Padwa shook her head and replied. Yuezi is a skilled performer.Her fancy movements are so perfect, and she maintains various positions for just the right amount of time.Although she twisted her body into all kinds of shocking and painful positions, her happy and comfortable smile remained unchanged.

Her small audience forgot to talk, to eat. Leni told her sister afterward that she heard music, when in fact there was nothing but the rustling of silk and skin, and the crackling of the fire. That's exactly what I've been talking about.Chandrash slammed his fist on the table, breaking the enchanted silence.The fork that Tara was holding casually nearly dropped, but she caught it just in time before it clattered into her half-eaten plate of steamed oysters in absinthe.Yuezi still continued her elegant performance without changing her face, but her smile was obviously brighter. this?Madame Padwa asked.

That's right!Chandrash waved his hand towards Yuezi.This is exactly what our circus should be, unique yet beautiful, provocative yet elegant.It is providence that she is here tonight, and we must let her join, and I will allow no objection.Marco, get a chair for this lady. They arranged a seat for Yuezi, and she took a seat at the table, smiling a little confused. The ensuing conversation was more of a persuasion process than a direct call for her to join the team; there were several occasions when the topic was diverted to chat about ballet, fashion and Japanese mythology. After a five-course meal and plenty of wine, Yuezi finally agrees to be invited to perform in a fledgling circus.

Well, says Chandrash: The cartilaginous stunt project is finally done, at least with a start. Want to find some more?Lenny asked.A whole tent, like an acrobat's tent? Bullshit, Chandrash replied: A perfect diamond is worth a bag of bad stones.We'll have to set up a display stand for her and put her on a patio or something. This matter is decided for the time being.The only topic of discussion, amidst dessert and after-dinner drinks, was the circus. When Yuezi left, she left a business card that made it easier for Marco to contact her, and she soon became a regular member of the circus dinner party, often performing before or after the meal, so as not to distract the guests during the meal. She has always been Chandrash's favorite, often used by him as the style benchmark of this circus.