The granddaughter of Mata Hari's second cousin thrice removed, Toola first showcased her talent during a routine strip search by Homeland Security. After being profiled at 'random' for the third time she decided it was time to put away her throwing knives and change her name from Shaky'ir Bhutyan Kuchi to her present moniker. Our delicate framed, diminutive, but hardly demure gypsy has elevated belly dancing to a fine art that rocks the Casbah to Carnegie Hall.
After far travels across the distant lands of dark forests and woodland nymphs, this tired gypsy came to our door. Begging for a crust of bread and a sip of wine, she slept for 10 days straight and finally on the 11th day, she rose with a light in her heart, coins on her hips and silks in her hands! A jangle and a jingle, a spin and a twirl, Azella has not stopped dancing since! Allow yourself to be mesmerized by this beauty, but be warned do not to look straight into her eyes for the souls of those whom she captures are worn around her belt as her prize.
ña Dragana
Mistress Dragana spent years traveling through Spain, France and Germany performing her macabre snakelike dances for frustrated audiences until she was run out of the Burlesque Circuit for appearing too masculine in her serpentine state. Use caution around this dragon lady, as she approaches all of her victims with a forked tongue and ready claws. Offer her jewels to enter her cave, and you may have a chance of survival.
Banished from her home at a European court during a war of dynastic succession, Seck and her husband parlayed their status as exiled royals into new lives as host and hostess of the most exclusive salon in Paris. After conquering high society, the Squires were bored of the world of fine cuisine and haute couture. Seck spent five years and a small fortune perfecting her dance techniques in a Siberian hideaway with a private troupe of the finest dancers, before deciding to finally experience the world-renowned culture and natural brilliance of the Berkshire Mountains. She delights in sharing her magical techniques with her beloved audience.
Pierre grew up in France amoungst the large trees of the North County. He started picking grapes as a young lad in the prominent Cote De Rhone region until he discovered the true meaning of a blend. He was captured by a famous gypsy who lead him into a world of slavery filled with lust and eroticism. Pierre escaped at the prime age of 18. Pierre like a fine wine, aged well with lucision tannins, a hint of cherry and a smooth finish, M. Loboeuf promises to invoke your senses until your drunk with desire.
A good time gal from the big city, Kitty came to the Berkshires with high heels and high hopes. Putting her outrageous curves to dangerous use with Gypsy Layne, Kitty shimmies, swivels, and shoots to thrill... Watch out, fellas!
While taking time off from being a courtesan, Miss Dallaire divides her time between Bon Temps, Louisiana where she is a active member of "God loves Fangs," and The Big Apple, where Cody exalts the legacy of the Marquis de Sade. Whether dancing as Jasmine at Disney Land or playing Iago in Othello, Cody has been performing since childhood. Always the thriving thespian, she believes in universal love and hopes that someday we all get to visit the rainbow. She is delighted to perform in Gypsy Layne, and would like to thank her mom, Medusa.(WINK WINK.)
Scarlet Deville
This is a gal you want to watch your step around. Scarlet was born with a witty mouth and was always tickled pink by a bit of trouble. Sent to a convent by her parents after she was arrested for swinging at a local speak easy, Scarlet tried to be good but the power of jazz and liquor was far too tempting. One night, she packed her bags and hit the road! She shook her way into Gypsy Layne after they found her dancing in a hotel bar. Some like to say she's a victim of bad habits, but for Scarlet, she likes to say that she IS the bad habit!
...don't forget the DJ... Alan Wrench
After many sunbaked years searching for evidence of lost civilizations from the deserts of Egypt to the hills of South America, international globe trotter and unlicensed mesmerist Alan Wrench developed a wicked case of amnesia while excavating in Morocco. His sudden and extensive memory loss ended a promising career, yet its timing curiously saved Mr. Wrench from Moroccan justice after rumors surfaced of his fraternizing with the sultan's daughter. "I really wish I could remember my past, but I am very much enjoying my new profession as a musicologist!" No longer digging for ancient gold, Alan Wrench now spends his days digging for lost musical gems and greatly enjoys spinning these tracks, as well as the tales of their discovery and origins.
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