This man was strange, but he wouldn't be the first one that Rhea had run into. And what made it even better was he was tipping. There wasn't enough to distinguish if he was just being overly polite or if there was a level of fascination, but regardless she was in no way going to dismiss him. Not yet, at least.

"Why, thank you,~" she says, smiling. She finished getting her things packed up, shouldering her bag. "I've spent a great deal of time practicing."

The comment raised a few red flags, and her thieving instincts warned her she shouldn't take her eyes completely off her new serpentine friend. So she glanced over at the individual that was indicated, shrugging. "I can't say that I know him," she says, raising her voice a little so that he might hear, too. "But bravery is an attractive trait. He could use a little more of it to say hi, at least."

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A few other people put in to her tip jar, though from the corner of her eye she didn't seem to get a whole lot from it. Her time was up, so there wasn't much more she could do about it. She felt her throat itch, the barbs irritated despite her attempts to remain hydrated. Clearing her throat once she was finished she put on a broach smile, looking over the crowd gathered. "Thank you all for coming out! If you wish to catch the next show, I'm here every Wednesday and Thursday in the afternoons.~" She gave a slight bow, flipping the small mic off before turning to start putting her things away.

She thankfully didn't need much to perform. She had a pair of robust but small speakers that connected to her phone, several tip jars, and a sign advertising herself. She'd start to turn things off and put them away, but as she worked she couldn't help but feel another set of eyes on her. It was strange...and upon looking up she noticed a snake-headed individual not far away. She gave a polite smile, hefting her bag up. "Good evening! Did you enjoy the show?"

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Rhea took a sip of water as the music went into a lull, just long enough for her to take a short break. She had been at this for about thirty minutes and had made a decent amount of money, at least enough to cover part of the rent for the month. As much as she wanted to go all out, it was getting late in the day and she had to get ready for work eventually. Picking up her phone she set up her final song of the day, taking a breath and preparing herself. It was a slow melody, something to enrapture those watching and listening. She even put a little bit of her quirk into it, though she had to go a little lighter than she would have liked as she had been pushing it all day. She just had to hope that the push got her a bit more money for the evening...

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If there was one thing she could reliably lean on, it was the fact that men were simple creatures. It wasn't often she came across one that sweated details, but if there was one thing that did get on her nerves it was the ones that always had drive.

Taking a moment to ensure all her personal data was saved, she'd extract the card from her old phone and begin to insert it into the new. "Unfortunately, forever isn't long enough," she says, sliding the new device into her purse. She would have to do some setup on it eventually, but for now she just wanted to get away from this guy. Potentially see what else she could get away with. And maybe take advantage of a few sales; doing too many illegal things within such a short period in the same place could prove to have disastrous results. And assuming he did nothing to stop her, she'd be gone within the crowd.

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Rhea winced a little as Rui pulled the trigger, her lips pressed into a line. She wasn't unfamiliar with the macabre game, but that didn't ease her nerves. Malachite's explanation did offer suitable distraction, though, and as he finished she tilted her head, smiling. "I am in no position to render judgement," she says, turning her body slightly. "What is 'evil', after all? Is it the worship of sin, or its exploitation? To be frank, I care nothing for your little spat. Only what you can do for me."

She moved back to pick up her bag, turning back to face Malachite. "I will need to know the street I will be going to, as well as the path to be taking once I'm finished. I'd also like to know how much you will be paying me...and if you'd be open to negotiation." The corners of her mouth turned up a bit more, her forked tongue flicking out briefly. "There is something specific that I want, and if you could ease my search of it...I would be grateful~." She was pushing her luck adding a bit more emphasis with her quirk, but she had done well to hydrate today. Her barbs wouldn't cause too much trouble...for now.

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Rhea let out a hum, jotting down the address before standing up. Something about that was off...at the very least, she should take a level of precautions. She suited up, though instead of zipping up all the way she wrapped the arms around her waist and tied them as tight as she could. Then she'd throw on a plain red dress, black tights, and a pair of comfortable shoes. The mask and boots she'd place in a bag, along with a knife. Something told her it would be stupid to bring the suit, but another part of her felt she was taking enough precautions. She didn't give Rui her real name, only an alias. Neither did she use her villain alias. Whatever this was for, she was sure to get answers real soon.

After taking a bus near the venue and walking the rest of the way, she looked up at the mudman and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She should be more polite, but depending on how this went she could leverage her gaijin status to get away with a few things. Wouldn't be the first time. "No thank you, I'll manage," she says, leaning away as she stepped inside. Once in she'd take note of the stage, the surroundings, and she found that she did not like these arrangements. Even les when she noticed Rui waving a gun around, but at the very least she felt like her suspicions were confirmed.

The query, followed by the command, rankled Rhea something bad. She approached the microphone, slowly, a sweet smile crossing her face as she approached. "You may address me as Rose," she says, placing her bag on a chair before approaching the microphone. If he really wanted her to sing, then she'd sing. She went with one of her favorite ballads, partly because of the feelings involved with it but also because it was a very good song to apply her quirk to. Something she would accent throughout the song, intending to wrap all who listened to it around her finger.

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