James, tipsy from several drinks and head heavy from the crowd's cheering, didn't even notice his hand go up.
"You there." Shouted Stephen, pointing James out. Everyone turned and looked at him. Their eyes didn't seem to bother him though.
Hopping out of his seat, James sauntered down the aisle and up onto the stage. The crowd gave a low clap and James was eager to bow to his audience.
"And what would your name be?" Stephen asked, ever the helpful assistant.
"James."
Stephen bowed to the Madame and stepped off stage and let the Madame come around. She strolled around James, running her finger from one of his shoulders to the other; sizing him up.
"Now James," she began, "do you believe in my abilities?"
James answered honestly, fully aware of himself, "I'm a bit drunk, if I can be honest." He hiccuped. The crowd laughed. "So I'm not sure what I saw. I'm open to anything though."
No one saw her grin, though Stephen had seen it before, but it was clear that Madame Illusia had something in mind.
She turned to the crowd, arms open wide, "What shall we do with him, boys? I can change body, mind, and much more. He is open to anything so I plan to take him up on that..."
The crowd jeered. James, though, was beginning to have some doubts.