<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/N2fK3w9.jpg)</div>Name: Tessa Holland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13298614#msg13298614)<br/>Time: Day 1 Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 5 Beach Zone<br/>Tagging: Archer, Open to All<br/>Notes/Warnings: About That Countess<br/><hr/><br/>Tessa didn't seem to have any problems with stepping out of the serving line and letting others take her place. It was actually a common practice from the look of how it was going on throughout the line. In fact, it was almost systemic in nature - if a staff member wanted to spend more time with a beloved guest, they seemed free to do so. Though they usually ended up back in the line in time for to relieve their replacement one he or she found something interesting. Often it was a just a few words, a click of necklaces, a brief exchange of tokens of affection, and promises to connect later once they were off duty.<br/><br/>"Pretty much everyone has met the Countess. She's really quite charming," Tessa explained as a sly smile crossed her lips - some sort of private joke she shared. "She's very hands-on though. She might be even closer than you think." Lounging for a bit in the sun, as much for Archer's benefit as her own, she continued flirting with revelations of the simple truth, trying to drop the occasional hint while avoiding, as he had so acutely noted, ruining the surprise. "She usually sends out invitations for guests in the evening, mostly bases on her observations. I have it on very good authority that her soirees are quite the event, so if you get the opportunity you should go - besides, I'm sure you wouldn't want to hurt her feelings, right? You'd think being nobility would make you less vulnerable to feelings of rejection, but it's actually quite the opposite... or so I'm told."<br/><br/>She would have been happy to go on, but connections in the line kept being made, and just as others made room for her little break, so Tessa was honor-bound to let her employees have their fun. "Oh look, I think Danny's caught the eye of the blonde in front of him. Can't blame her. He's a doll. Come to think of it, I don't think I can blame him either. Wow - some people really know how to wear a bikini. That means back to the salt mines for me, I suppose." The Contessa let out a little sigh, and a quite sincere one at that. "I do hope we cross paths again, Archer. In fact, I would hope that you would take steps to ensure that happens. Enjoy the meal. And bye - for now." Moist lips pressed themselves upon Archer's remaining unmolested cheek, and then she was up and back at work.