She considers, and then runs her hands through her hair! As she shakes out her locks, her visage changes - red hair deepens to match Callidora's color and length, her height adjusts, legs turn backwards and with hooves with a neat click as the knees snap into place. Her clothes are the same, perhaps a little tighter here and there where Callidora's form has more assets?
Carmine then puts on a little mimicry performance. Not so much a dance, but... she sashays across the floor of the club, on her tip-toes to evoke the soft tap of the proprietress's hooves, and pauses to lean across a table, listening to an imaginary patron. A laugh, in the mannerism of the one who's form she has borrowed. Soon she has made her way up on to the stage with a little shimmy... announcing the song in the same patter as the satyr did earlier, and telling an imaginary band to hit it...
Then, she lets the act drop, admitting, "Fooey, I've forgotten the words."