<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/AviciaB_zpscg0eysap.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Avicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Trying not to let Celeste get away!<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Celeste, Andrea, Benjamin, OPEN<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Her business with Travers and Mistress Andrea completed for the moment, Avicia returned her attention to her hostess.  It took her a moment to locate Madame Celeste; she was moving across the room, and the crowd naturally parted for her.  Avicia made her way along the fringes of the couples and small groups, hurrying to intercept the taller woman with her longer strides before she disappeared.<br/><br/><strong>“Madame Celeste?” </strong>She approached her hostess with respect, and with a certain amount of awe.  And, if truth be told, a bit of apprehension.  Celeste must be a most formidable woman indeed.  This entire, remarkable, breathtaking establishment was her creation.  The staff, the decor, the music and the ambience were all conceived, assembled, and created from her own sensibilities, her own imagination.  What an enormous amount of determination and perseverance it must have taken, to see such a huge project through from beginning to end!<br/><br/><strong>“Madame Celeste, may I present myself to you?  My name is Avicia.  This is my first visit to the One-Night Bride.”</strong>She gave her hostess a bow, one hand on her chest as was the custom where she came from.  When she lifted her head, she was suddenly unsure of what to say next.  The polite greeting she had rehearsed in her head did not seem at all adequate to the grandeur and elegance that the One-Night Bride and its mistress were due, but it was all she had.<br/><br/><strong>“I wanted to thank you for allowing me to come,”</strong>she said earnestly, and very seriously.  Not everyone was granted admission, so Tiye had told her; and Avicia had been halfway afraid that she would not be found acceptable.<br/><br/>