[b]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia cleared her throat loudly, adjusting her glasses on her nose and holding her book under her arm. When she spoke, her voice was dripping with repressed malice.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sable. Did I come at a bad time? Would you and your newest Acquisition like directions to the closest hotel?" Her aura of unbidden jealousy could be felt clear across the room, and the room itself seemed to grow darker around her.

"Well, Sable?" She asked, a dangerous smile on her lips.