Terrance Blackhorn sat in his office going over some last minute paperwork. The show began in ten minutes and then the unholy spectacle his family called a circus would begin. For centuries they had been housing the paranomal under the nose of humans and not one had ever been discovered with their organization. A knock came to the door as Terrance stood and donned his Ringmaster's formal coat. He grabbed his top hat and strode out of the room, an air of confidence surrounding the man that was apparent to anyone that came upon him. He cleared his throat and looked at the crowd.
It was packed tonight. The benches of red and black were filled to brim. Men and women eagerly awaited the performance. Due to the graphic nature of the show they didn't allow any children into the show, which was mostly fine because the show began at 10pm. He took a breath in and stroked his mustashe. "Ladies, gentlemen", he began with a low tone. "For centuries my family has travelled the globe searching for the rare and the odd, for the best of the best. That is how the Dark Circus was born and today, we are better than ever and at the peak of our game. Those with faint hearts divert your eyes, because here are our performers." His voice started soft, but ended with a shout. Cheers and whistles emerged from the crowd as the performers circled the arena in a line.
"My fairest Ladies, my bravest Gents, since you are still here Prepare to feast your eyes upon the spectacle that is the Dark Circus." He raised his diamond tipped cane and on cue flames emerged from the the gem and danced around the roar, then dispursed in a cloud of smoke. He took a bow and walked out of the performing area. The music began to play, a medley of styles mixed by a Siren musician they had recruited a century or so ago. The audience would leave filled with awe and wonder as they always did. He smirked knowing that his performers had already pulled the greatest trick of them all, one envied by thieves and magicians alike, hiding in plain sight.
A slender woman waited for Terrance ouside the tent as he made his way back to the office. There was always paperwork to do and streaming of the performance on their website (for a fee naturally). "Mr. Blackhorn, if I might have a minute of your time please." Her brunette air danced in the wind and her scent drifted into his nostrils. She was an enchantress, a powerful one at that. "I might like a job, you see I don't fit in around this small, hick town and wanted to", she said before being cut off.
"Run away with the Circus. I know your kind, an enchantress. Lucky for you I need one for the side show. Come along and fill out an application in our guest tent. I will meet you there shortly. Just follow the signs and it will lead you there." He tipped the top hat at the woman and gestured with his cane in the general direction she'd want to head. As he saw her walk away he eyed her long, toned legs and firm looking rear. Her form was Aphrodite incarnate and he wanted her, perhaps more than anything else in his entire life. Soon he would claim her as his own.