Gabrielle took the last swig of her coffee (her second cup), and laid it down on the table, tossing out her cigarette butt and releasing the last puff of smoke. She was booored. Boredy bored bored bored. She pulled a bottlecap from her pocket and twiddled in between her fingers for a long moment before sighing and flourishing, causing the cap to vanish. Boredidyboredboredbored.<br/><br/>Suddenly she was in action, the french girl strutting on the balls of her feet over to Camelia's wagon. Maybe she'd take her up on a tattoo, or another piercing... any excuse to have the freakshow girl handling her breasts. In any event, some nice tattooed flesh was always nice to look at.<br/><br/>She settled into a crouch in front of the wagon, her tight, pliable plants showing off a certain not-secret laying against her leg. She scratched at the door with one red fingernail.<span style="color: #000080">"Caaaaaammyyyyyy... bonjour, mon cherie...."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>