A little bit of a kinky chill ran up Gabrielle's spine when she saw those eyes. She wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her, or everyone else, but it was the things people were shunned for that Gabrielle seemed to find the most beautiful. She took a few careful steps forward, her high-heeled tanker boots clicking delicately on the wagon floor as she caressed the side of Obscura's face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"I am not sure what I should be looking for, mon cherie... all I see is a beautiful young naked woman..."</span>another hand reached out, landing on the soothsayer's hip for added inflection,<span style="color: #000080">"...who is getting to be quite a tease."</span>Her lips were close to Obscura's (though one rarely knew with Gabrielle, according to some stories she may not even be there at all), her breath warm. All of the... the tattoos, and the tension... and yet Gabrielle seemed to be the only one interested in what SEEMED to still be on the table.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>