<div class="floatright">(https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/1825/1825578-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br/><br/>“I would think the answer easily found.”  Silk stepped forward and into her role as the voice, if not the leader, of the little ensemble.  One hand made as if to touch the ears of her companion, but she only allowed the air to tickle the stretch of fur at the edges.  Instead she rotated her wrist to then gesture toward a glass empty of refreshment and turn her head quizzically toward a bravo.<br/><br/>“Mr. Baz has the strength and might I also say charisma to hold together what Roric was did as a proper villain ought.”  A sly smile that was perhaps meant to be charming or suggestive caught her lips.  Silk moved as she spoke, allowing the fabric that shared her name to slide over her body as many a man desired to do.  Her tail slipped upward between a parting of the silk dress, enticing onlookers to see if that slit allowed additional view.<br/><br/>Careful of the length to her dress, she slipped one leg across the other so that she might take a seat at his desk.  “The question is instead how might we ensure our place at the table he is preparing instead of outside in the hall.  Am I right Mr. Baz?”<br/>