The blonde reached out with a hand adorned by tigers, taking Chester's hand, firmly and in control. "I'm Amanda, and who might you be?" She asked as she pulled him away from his brother, across the ballroom. Her black dress clung tightly to her curves, her strapless shoulders covered in vines and flowers that couldn't quite be classified. It appeared she was pulling him toward the wall, just to the side of the bar. Upon reaching it, she looked around for a bit, then she pressed on the design, and the wall opened as a hidden door. The woman pulled Chester into the hidden corridor, locking the door behind him.
"Ever been in a secret tunnel before?" She purred, the double entendre fairly obvious. She pressed him against a wall, her body against his, moving her lips just a breath's away from his.
Meanwhile the auburn haired companion was eyeing Gerald fiercely, grinning, with an eyebrow raised as Chester had been dragged away. "And I'm Helena. It seems it's just you and me now, with plenty of time to... explore. Care to escort me?" She held out her arm, indicating for him to entwine his arm with hers. "Any particular room you'd like to see first?"
Kvist smiled as the woman rambled, clearly not remembering him from earlier. "Denmark, though by name alone." He then pulled her close, not obscenely so, just, intimately. He led her through the variety of dances, his playful gaze and toying grin meeting hers every so often. "So Ms. Adalinda, what is it you" He asked curiously, before teasing, "Aside from forgetting your carriage companion."
As the servant returned with Lorelei's whiskey, he handed it to her, seeming a smidge more nervous than previously. He handed it to her on a napkin, most unusual, for this was a classy event, not some sports pub. "H-h-here you are miss." Then as suddenly as he arrived, he bee lined away back to the kitchens. Visible through the bottom of the tumbler, was writing on the napkin.
"Meet me in the kitchen. Important."
Had he not chosen to maintain his manners, Jennings might have rolled his eyes at the mothers attempt to pawn off her daughter. It certainly seemed that those that appeared the classiest were the most classless. He was glad she was gone at least. His charming smile having never left, he found himself observing the quiet girl. She was certainly pretty, prettier than the dossier that had been sent to him for the song he wrote. He chuckled at her response, "Isn't that most mothers though? My own seemed fervently determined to get me into the theater. I just can't stand tights." Then deciding to continue with his offer, "I actually was looking for an excuse to go somewhere more... quiet. A life such as mine, amongst fans and strangers galore, a little bit of solitude is true sanctuary. But I'd rather not be... completely alone. So the offer still stands."
He ordered a couple of cognacs, with a secondary glance at the bartender. As the drinks were given, he handed one to Tatiana, then stood and slipped an arm around her waist. "So where to first? The library? The dungeons? The stables?"
"Ever been in a secret tunnel before?" She purred, the double entendre fairly obvious. She pressed him against a wall, her body against his, moving her lips just a breath's away from his.
Meanwhile the auburn haired companion was eyeing Gerald fiercely, grinning, with an eyebrow raised as Chester had been dragged away. "And I'm Helena. It seems it's just you and me now, with plenty of time to... explore. Care to escort me?" She held out her arm, indicating for him to entwine his arm with hers. "Any particular room you'd like to see first?"
Kvist smiled as the woman rambled, clearly not remembering him from earlier. "Denmark, though by name alone." He then pulled her close, not obscenely so, just, intimately. He led her through the variety of dances, his playful gaze and toying grin meeting hers every so often. "So Ms. Adalinda, what is it you" He asked curiously, before teasing, "Aside from forgetting your carriage companion."
As the servant returned with Lorelei's whiskey, he handed it to her, seeming a smidge more nervous than previously. He handed it to her on a napkin, most unusual, for this was a classy event, not some sports pub. "H-h-here you are miss." Then as suddenly as he arrived, he bee lined away back to the kitchens. Visible through the bottom of the tumbler, was writing on the napkin.
"Meet me in the kitchen. Important."
Had he not chosen to maintain his manners, Jennings might have rolled his eyes at the mothers attempt to pawn off her daughter. It certainly seemed that those that appeared the classiest were the most classless. He was glad she was gone at least. His charming smile having never left, he found himself observing the quiet girl. She was certainly pretty, prettier than the dossier that had been sent to him for the song he wrote. He chuckled at her response, "Isn't that most mothers though? My own seemed fervently determined to get me into the theater. I just can't stand tights." Then deciding to continue with his offer, "I actually was looking for an excuse to go somewhere more... quiet. A life such as mine, amongst fans and strangers galore, a little bit of solitude is true sanctuary. But I'd rather not be... completely alone. So the offer still stands."
He ordered a couple of cognacs, with a secondary glance at the bartender. As the drinks were given, he handed one to Tatiana, then stood and slipped an arm around her waist. "So where to first? The library? The dungeons? The stables?"