Several people flooded into the tent that was labeled [i]"The Truest Illusions"[/i]. At first, many of them had no idea what they should do, but chairs suddenly appeared and so, skeptically, they took their seats. The chairs were aligned in a circle, so that there was room in the middle for the performance. After all of the seats had been filled after several minutes, the lights in the tent faded. A voice seemed to whisper in one ear, as if someone were standing behind them, [i]"We are trapped in a terrifying reality, where there is nothing but struggle and pain, but here... all of your troubles may fade away..."[/i]

A woman then appeared in the center of the chairs, wearing a pair of black and white striped pants and a black suit coat that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly. The only thing that stood out from the black and white that seemed to be the norm of the circus was a scarlet bandanna that was tied just above her black suede shoes and her scarlet locks that were messily pinned up on top of her head. She gave the gaping people a vixen grin and turned, so that everyone could see it. "Welcome to the illusion show." She stated in a mysteriously sexy tone. "I must ask that you remain in your seats the whole time unless you want to volunteer yourself for a vanishing act." People chuckled and giggled at that, but little did they know that she was being serious. They would never be found again if they dared disturb her act. "Now... let my little show begin..."

She started off by proving that she had nothing up her sleeves, her coat, or her pockets. Then she began with the real show: moving chairs and people without touching them, making handkerchiefs turn into birds, and even levitated some of their seats if they seemed comfortable enough with it. The people were eating up her act, pleading for her to continue, but sooner rather than later, her act was done. She had more people that she would have to entertain. They left, disheartened, but many whispered that they would come back before dawn to see her once more.

Annaliese vanished into thin air and appeared behind Roman in his own tent. She stood there, watching him from over his shoulder and grinned when the little show of his enchantment was through. "You're doing rather well for someone who claims that they have no real talents."