Of course Violetta went. Everyone who mattered did. The hyena fixer, Ravik, was there, leaning against a rusted pillar like he owned the air. He had told her he had a job for her, but she told him to wait til after the show. So was Bram, the wall of muscle that protected the hardholder, pretending not to watch her in a way that tagged him as either her next conquest or her biggest problem... maybe both. But her eyes were inevitably drawn back again and again to Velour, the androgynous fox who was either a seducer or a killer. She felt a connection to them; perhaps it was simply two like souls, dangerous, predatory, and hungry... perhaps it was more.
(let me know if I stepped on any creative toes... none of those need to stick, but I figured I'd toss out options)