Gabrielle took a deep breath once Elizabeth left, smacking herself for acting like an idiot, as always. Elizabeth and Veronica could have anyone they wanted -- they'd never choose a girl who acted like a buffoon.<br/><br/>She had to keep herself together, she decided as she walked slowly to Lovi's tent, finding a spring in her high-heeled booted step. Gabrielle was a playgirl, an magician both in and out of the sack. She could have anyone she wanted, hell, she fucked Obscura just earlier today. Throughout the drama and emotions of others the illusionist remained detached, free... that was the aura she had to keep up if she was going to bed the twins.<br/><br/>Yet, somewhere deep inside, she wondered if she shouldn't have a different goal, something more noble or ambitious. Other people fought for love, wealth, enlightenment. Gabrielle fought for... threesomes...?<br/><br/>No. She didn't need those things. She'd already had love, and she would never find it again. She had everything she needed with the Cirque du Steam. She WAS following her dream.<br/><br/>She twirled the coin between her fingers for a moment.<br/><br/>This is what Seychelle would want.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>