<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Watching, waiting, ensuring the newcomer is attended to.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, and openly curious about Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>Andrea watched with interest as Psyche nearly mesmerized a powerfully handsome looking man, indeed a man with the presence of a sort that ought not to be seeming as if her were the Courtesan serving the lovely and, to Andrea, the rather alluringly mysterious creature that was the coppery haired Psyche.  And yet, he did, and she enjoyed it all if her own expressions were to be taken at full value, and though she was somewhat beyond the understanding of all, save for Celeste, Andrea had no reason to doubt the sincerities of the pleasures that Psyche’s enrapt suitor was lathering so skillfully upon her.  It was a  delight to behold, the most elegant manner of transferring, of giving and taking power to and from another, and the platinum haired Andrea was quietly applauding Psyche and her man, she for simply being she, and he for having the courage to release what looked to be a powerfully coiled sense of self-control, and to deliver that control so selflessly to the beauty who beguiled him so.<br/><br/>Other couples were dancing that dance of moths to their delectable flames, and in one corner possibly a threesome were doing so, though in truth they were not fully within Andrea’s eyesight and she was far from the presumptuous type.  Her hazel orbs scanned the scene now and again, the sights, the scents, the expressions of…wait, a newcomer had arrived, one who appeared not merely new for the night, but with her eyes drinking in the environs, wonders and sensual denizens of the Great Room, so deeply and with an air of wonder and delight of her own, the woman was surely graced with committing her virginal visit to the Bride that night.<br/><br/>Andrea swirled her drink, enjoying the distraction, minor as it was, of the ice cubes clinking in their muted fashion within her drink and upon the rim walls of her glass, even as she wondered and watched the golden haired beauty, a woman with the beauty of wisdom and still capable of the prettiness of wonder both visiting their attractiveness upon her more than lovely countenance.  Her eyes had found Celeste, which meant she was not a lost soul, but rather a soul wishing to be found, or to find it and herself, a thought and possibility that intrigued the leggy blonde enough to call over Travers once more.<br/><br/>“The bright and lovely creature who just entered, please find out what she favors in the form of a libation and deliver the most decadently delicious form of it that you can find to her hands, a courtesy of mine and service of yours for which you will be well and truly compensated.  Now, if you would, seek her out and discover her desires before she falls under Celeste’s gravity, and bring it to sate her the moment Celeste sets her to her freedom within this House.  Thank you, Travers,” she told him with a distracted, or more truly, elsewhere focused attention, as she watched the woman and measured her time and manner from spotting Celeste to engaging her, a telling thing in and of itself.<br/><br/>Travers, ever the efficient and trustworthy scion of waiter-hood, appeared to greet the blonde, his handsome, lean and youthful beauty a gift to all the world, but at the moment he was a gift given to the well curved and full bodied blonde as she more fully entered the One Night Bride,<br/><br/><strong>“Dear Lady, would you desire something to drink, and of what vintage, strength and complexity would fill your desires and yet make you wish ever for more?”</strong>he asked, meaning to take her drink order, even as he referred back to whom had sent him forward,<strong>“Mistress Andrea asks that your every thought and whim in the form of a drink be fulfilled posthaste, Milady.”</strong><br/><br/>Travers subtly nodded in Andrea’s direction, and in return she raised her glass in an elegant salute to the wonder-filled beauty, welcoming the newest addition to the night’s enchanting festivities.<br/>