Alisa kept her head low, black curls spilling over her slender shoulders in lushes pools around her neck, her dark eyes glittering in the light bouncing from the floor. Keeping her eyes on Glenta and Nanai she tried to compose herself as they did, watching the natural grace Nanai possessed she found her vortex of wonder and judgment. Just how long had Nanai done this? And why had she voluntarily done it again? Letting the thought pass she settled in the chair adjacent Nanai, Glenta settled beside her starting to mingle with various individuals littering the house. Brushing her hair over her shoulder Alisa looked alert, her body straight and posed keeping her dressed wrinkle free.<br/><br/>It had been a while since her fathers soft voice touched her ears, yet the memory of his constant reminder to be a lady and proud could be heard. Full lips spread into a polite smile masking the true feelings she held for the creatures that surround her at that moment. "Quite the party these men throw. Though I suppose if I was turning the ripe age of 200 I'd be celebrating to," Alisa ran a delicate hand along her smooth thighs, wiping away the invisible dust that tickled her. The hustle and bustle of the estate easing her nervous slowly, the sounds of enjoyment having it's cooling effects.