<span style="color: #ff8000">"Well..." </span>Pale blue-grey eyes turned away from watching Izzy and co to meet Enzo's own.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "My sister is notorious for ruining mornings..."</span>Enzo's flirtatious words rose like a wave from the sea.<span style="color: #ff8000">"...could put a smile on that face..."</span>A land-consuming tsunami.<span style="color: #ff8000">"...If-yew-knowwhatimsayin?"</span>Rushing in.<b>"Well, sir, I did have some questions about some expenses that I'd like answers about."</b>And Enzo's enthusiasm was dashed upon the great wave-breaking cliff that was the british stiff upper lip flowing impotently back into the sea. The girl didn't even seem to have noticed that Enzo had been trying to chat her up.<br/><br/>At least distractions started to pour in to distract Enzo of anything that might trod on his ego. Catherine turned to answer the new arrival, before she was distracted by two dull thuds in turn. The old and fat cat on Catherine's shoulders stretched it's limbs, giving Enzo a good peer while it's owner looked at the russian beauty sprawled out on the floor. Conflicting feelings bubbled up. The urge to poke those heavy orbs to see if they were real conflicted with Cathy's national pride. To a queen-loving Brit like Catherine, overthrowing one's royals was something so saw as a sore point about Russians.<br/><br/>Catherine opened her mouth as someone else answered the newcomer's question for her. Others often found themselves repulsed by Agatha's appearance, but to the more educated Catherine Agatha resembled not a spider but Kali, one of those backwards gods they worshipped in the colony. Her father kept a few figures around from the honeymoon there to show to guests though Catherine had trouble remembering if those figures has two or three sets of arms.<br/><br/>Such memories were chased from Catherine's mind when Victoriya discarded her wet clothes and the cirque's princess stepped out of the way of the growing crowd. Her panties had grown awkwardly tight and while her arousal at the sight didn't show on Catherine's face she couldn't help but move towards the edge of the gathering group where there would be no eyes lingering on her.<br/><br/>She sighed, rubbing Majesty's cheek to make the old cat purr while she watched the group before her. There appeared to be many old and familiar faces returning to this troupe. Would Catherine be family to them as well before long?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>