"Foxy loxy. WE are almost to the cargo..." Monica was somewhat hurrying the pace as the Princess moved with them. They ended up behind the stage where a bearded man confronted then. He was dressed in a rather ragged set of clothes. 

"Ey. Git'er in, we'd need ya on stage before the find out what is going on. And Barmy twisted his foot in the last number. You're resourceful right?" The scratched the back of his head. From The Princess' stance, the man looked like a thug she'd hear about in bed time stories. He wasn't charming or enchanting. Just unusual. Despite his gruff appearance, he wasn't brutish to her. 

"Rightttt. Get the lass under and I'll go over... Foxy Loxy. Stay by her and you may get paid yet." Monica made her way through the pipe works of the Primma vista Fortunately, a lot of the ground work was already done. She only required a signal. 

Unfortunately the play was moving faster than she though... On stage they were already on the last act. 
Characters rejoicing and dancing. 

She walked through the woodwork before nodding to her boss, who acted as King for the play. At this point, the King was fleeing back stage.
Preparations would take a bit, bit it was her job to stay topside to see if there was any activity to be had. 

Rather than stand blankly and look awkward, she pointed to the nearest male below the stage, into the audience to come dance with her- as fate would have it, it was Dren.