With the aid of inebriation, Untaaura allowed her thinking to slacken, and to imagine what a theater act of one would be like, starring this character she didn't yet know.

"Who carress what people want to ssee. If the sstorrjy'ss good, jit'ss good on jitss own merrjitss."

She pivoted, leaning back slightly on her seat as she tilted her glass slightly on edge.

"Well?" Untaaura asked a bit pointedly, finishing her drink and letting her glass plonk down. "How'ss jit sstarrt?"