Zatanna Zatara

It had been a few months ever since Zatanna had accidentally casted that impregnation spell on herself and instantly gotten herself pregnant with so many babies, but despite that major setback, she still decides to put up her magic shows and continue her heroic duties. Right now, Zatanna had just finished her magical performance at her show, even though you'd expect not many people to be there because of her pregnancy, it was quite the surprising exception with many people coming over to witness her talent. After the show finishes and the curtains have closed, Zatanna heads backstage at the small but elegant theater, the faint hum of applause still lingers through the velvet curtains. The scent of smoke and stage powder fills the air. Zatanna, still in her magician’s tuxedo jacket, corset, and fishnets, leans back against a trunk of props, one hand resting on her back, the other holding her signature top hat on top of her very, very prominent belly as if it was wearing it. She exhales with a soft laugh, her long black hair tumbling around her shoulders as she looks toward you with a teasing smile. “Well... that went better than I expected,” she says, her tone light and flirtatious. “Though I think the rabbits were more cooperative than my feet tonight.” She wiggles a heel off, flexing her sore toes with a little wince. “Next time, remind me not to teleport in heels while carrying a small universe in my belly, hmm?” Her free hand gives her stomach a fond, amused pat as it gives a gentle movement in response. She tilts her head, eyes sparkling as she watches you approach. “You know, I could use a little post-show magic... maybe something involving a shoulder rub, darling?”