<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>Cecilia Lasalle</u></span>​</div>"<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Merci, m'sieur,</span></b>" the young maid dutifully chimed out as she stepped into the makeshift step Theo offered her, placing that petite foot upon his hands. Then came the frightful bit, Cecilia's golden eyes going a little wide as Theo then lifted her up by that sole foot, the poor maid wobbling a bit but managing to keep her balance... for now. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">A-ah, m'sieur! Please, do not drop me!</span></b>" she urgently whispered, hands reaching up to try and grasp at the ledge. She tried to wedge her free foot somewhere upon the wall, looking in vain for a toehold somewhere within the stones... and subsequently giving Theo an even better view of those sleek legs beneath that little skirt...<br/><br/>Alas, however, there was a plight common to so many women... Cecilia was simply too short. Barely managing to get her forearms over the edge, bust pressed to the lip of the wall, she found herself stuck - unable to get fully upon or over the wall, but clearly able to accomplish it if she could get just a little more help... And so again she urged Theo in hushed tones, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Non, m'sieur! I need more of a boost!</span></b>" A thought came to mind, and even Cecilia had to blush at the thought of it. Yet, these were desperate times, and so she suggested, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">M'sieur, you have to help me - please...</span></b>" She trailed off, and after a moment of hesitation, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Mon derrière, a little push should serve, m'sieur...</span></b>" She gave a little hop up off of Theo's hands, legs kicking a little as she waited for that final push to help her over the edge, her rear perhaps cast a little suggestively out to help him...