There was something quite ironic of having the two with her, the others were busy with the live and while the ravenette did wait with her “sisters” the three took the chance to practice a song that held to much irony for them.
Their voices in sync in the room they waited in, there was a few times where the poppet’s lips would hold a smirk as her eyes held that forbidden golden hue as she started the whole thing off. The red head carefully looked to the blonde as they both had a frown but continued either way, tenderly moving in the room to melody of the song without worry.
It wasn’t as if anyone would hear or see them.