<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Walking Dress, Leather Boots and Gloves, Fancy Hat<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Introducing Jacqueline<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"If you ladies do venture off count me in." Jacqueline declared, throwing back a stiff shot of a liquor that was certainly not doing any good to cool her off. She leaned back in the plush chair of the saloon, a chair just big enough that two would have to sit on top of each other to occupy it comfortably, which was obviously what they clever proprietors of the place had in mind. Now though, with the heat and the doldrums the thought of sharing her space with even the most lively and pretty of the other girls seemed rather more sweaty than erotic.<br/><br/>Jacqueline had found herself a lovely wooden fan, and pondered resuming fanning herself, but she had reached the point where the heat caused by moving her arm about seemed greater than the heat relieved by moving the fan. She felt as though her dress were sticking to her, and wished she had the experience at revels between other ladies to feel comfortable enough to strip out of it. She was sure the powder about her eyes was melting and rouge that was on her lips was mostly on the glass she had been drinking from at this point.<br/><br/>"And even if you don't I might go off to try it myself in a moment." She declared, wiping her brow unhappily. "I was told there might be steam baths at our destination, but I wasn't expecting any in the saloon on the way there."