At the far corner of the first tier tents, a simple black tent rests. Because of the position, the make-shift housing is a bit hard to see, the light from the lanterns that lit the pathway barely ghosting over the dark fabric and creating an almost invisible shadow dancing over the thick clothe to give it away. Outside of the bland colored tent, a post has been nailed into the ground, the dark, stained wood holding up a black and gold banner with the crescent moon that was Cirque Du Noire’s defining symbol stitched into the bottom. Above that, in an elegant, silver craft the words “Animal Handlers’ Tent” announces the nature of the performers that reside inside. A fine line of light has managed to find its way between the closed flaps, boasting loudly the entrance for anyone that wanted to tread inside.

Once actually in the tent, it is apparent that the source of light comes from an oil lamp that is positioned on an attachment that has been added to the support pole that holds up the heavy midnight fabric, single handedly managing to light the entirety of the area within the tent. From quick glance alone, the forms of two beds on either side of the tent and a few chests and shelves littered about can be seen. Upon closer inspection, it’s obvious that the shelves all seem to be barely stable, looking as though they could fall apart if the slightest breeze were to pass through them. Despite their appearance, they’re actually quite sturdy and are almost completely full with various trinkets and items, some seemingly of little importance, others looking much too expensive to belong to a circus performer, but no matter what the aesthetic value, every single object glitters and shines within the candle light in monument to the snake charmer’s obsession with things that sparkle.

Every so often, a book would be noted upon a shelf, the titles pertaining to various subjects such from the art of the Occult to advanced human anatomy. The leather bindings are all worn and scuffed showing signs of age and well-use. The bed to the left is reserved for the lion tamer, the one to the right belonging to the snake charmer. It’s easy to tell, even for people who’re first timers within the tent, seeing as how the right side of the tent has a large wardrobe that’s had its doors ripped off stands tall at the foot of the simple cot, a large barrage of burlesque-styled outfits hanging inside of its cavernous womb, a few barely clinging to hangers as if someone often tore through the many outfits in search of something to wear in a rushed fashion. There were even a few bustles and stockings hanging off the trunk next to the wardrobe that was over flowing with expensive fabrics and jewelry.

To say the right side was kept in disarray would have been rather appropriate. But that didn’t matter to the owner seeing as it was rare for any other troupe members aside from those of the first tier to ever come within the Animal Tamers’ tent. There was good reason for this: from every corner and crack of the tent, glittering serpentine eyes stared out, watching for any intruders. The dozens upon dozens of uncaged snakes that Reivyn kept acted as sentries of sorts, peeking from between books and shelves and some even lying in plain sight upon the ground. It would be in any guests best interest to watch their steps ‘less they want to end up getting a kiss from one of the deadly serpents and find themselves in the presence of the Ferryman for their final trip across the River Styx.

In the darkest corner, one that was often overlooked, sat the very handler the poisonous serpents belonged to with a devilish smile painted across her dark lips, her petite body held off the ground by a three legged stool. The grin was nowhere near inviting—or so it’d be perceived—and an almost ominous sense of danger settled around her as her slitted, blood-colored orbs sparkled darkly from the dim lighting. Her long legs were crossed, one over the other, making the finely polished heels she wore give off a sheen that made them look brand new. In fact, given the woman’s obsession with clothing and accessories, they probably were. Silent as death, she gave a wave of her hand, offering the person that had somehow managed to find their way into her tent a welcoming of sorts. There were no chairs, only the carpet covered floor, but at least no one would have to sit on the dirty ground.

Of course, there was always a price for hospitality, or at least, there was when it came to the sin-drowned female. “Have you brought me anything that shines nicely~? What about something sweet~?” The expectant look that plastered itself over her face showed how serious she was, the tone of her silken voice only serving to back up the expression. “Well..?”

[[ooc; Of course I don’t expect any dramatically long posts or anything, I just wanted a nice start off xD After all, this is casual~ P.S. I’m only assuming that the snake charmer and beast (since Noire is full of them) tamer should be bunking together, out of common sense from the similar acts]]