The jester gestured for the foreigner to follow him, which she did willingly and he led her to the closest vacant tent for her to sleep in until further arrangements were made.

"Thank you so much White." Angel said with that soft smile.

He simply nodded, "Good night Angel."

White let the tent flap fall and the scene around him shifted from the entrance tot eh foreigner s tent to the dark prison of his twin.

Said twin was waiting at the entrance, arms crossed and a perpetual scowl on his face. "Who would have thought that damned incubus could find a fairytale."

White smirked. "Indeed. I was quite surprised as well. No one here even believes in the Deck anymore."

Black snorted. "Obviously someone does. The question is, do we want the Game fixed or do we ruin this fucking whore's life like we usually do?"

"I can see which one you're leaning toward, but I believe this may require more research. We don't know what would happen if the Game broke. Would it be the chaos we thrive on, or would it be too chaotic for us as well?" White pondered.

"Won't know till it happens. Better question is do we want to fuck with the girl or not?" Black said with a dark smirk.

White smiled a smile that would give people chills, "She's just so sweet and innocent, how can I not want to ruin her?" he replied to his twin, who gave a similar smile.

"Want to go the usual way, portray me as a fucking asshole and you as the goddamned saint so she'll trust you?"

"Nothing about this foreigner is the usual, so let's do it opposite. Let's make her like you. It's more of a challenge." The jester said with a smirk.

His counterpart considered it, fiddling with his whip, before nodding. A malicious smile spreading across his lips and his eyes glinting in excitement. White was sure he looked the same.

"I'll take her down to meet you in the morning." White said before letting the prison fade around him and going to his own tent to sleep.

He woke at dawn the next morning, followed his routine of getting the circus up and running, then checked in on little Angel.

He poked his head into the tent, "Good morning." He said with a bright smile. Angel smiled back, setting down the book she'd been reading. "Come with me dear, we've got to make a trip to the prison so you can meet Black."

She looked a little uneasy but took his offered hand and gasped when the scenery faded into the dark prison.

"Took you long enough, I've got a fucking prison to run you know, I can't be waiting here all fucking day." A voice said from behind them. Angel spun while White turned slowly to see his counterpart.

"Angel, this is Black, my foul-mouthed twin. Black, this Angel, our resident foreigner." White said in a bored tone, studying his nails.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The foreigner said in her soft voice, smiling her small smile at the warden. White smirked from behind her, so far so good.

Black grunted and White rolled his eyes. "He's rude. Don't worry about it. He's not a bad person though." He added for Angel's benefit.

His twin rolled his eyes and turned to the foreigner. "We're going to be moving you down here, where we have actual rooms rather than tents. And no, we aren't talking about the cells; those are in a different section."

White was actually kind of proud that his twin had managed to withhold cursing during that whole speech...

"Better fucking follow me." Black said, turning to walk away.

Well, he did fairly well… White thought before following Angel. "I'm rather busy running the circus so not only will you have better accommodations, you'll have company. Just ignore his colorful language; I don't think he knows how to talk without it..."

Angel smiled, "I'm used to it. Blaise and Nikki aren't afraid to talk rather foul sometimes."

White smiled in return, glancing down at his watch, "Well I have to run to supervise the circus, but if you need anything don't be afraid to ask Black, even if he's rude about it he doesn't mind."

She gave a soft laugh in response and nodded, watching curiously as he faded away. As White walked around the circus, keeping the clowns and vendors in order, he smirked to himself. Step one complete.