<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Elise &amp; Roran</span><br/><br/>Elise rolled her eyes as she entered right as the gypsy man had gone off. It was to her great displeasure that the gypsy folk had arrived, though perhaps she could use the annoyance they offered to the Aserit to her advantage. If her mother had taught her any thing it was to take an unfavourable situation and manipulate it, using it to your advantage. There were<em>always</em>advantages to be had, one just had to be clever enough to find them. She set about to find Prince Gerrard, dragging her brother along with her.<br/><br/>She was sure to have herself presented as appropriately desirable to him as the situation would allow. Bountiful bosom practically put on display for him, though it would just appear to be an innocent overlook on her part. She had a very lovely set of tits, especially with how young she was, meaning there was still time to grow- a promise for very bountiful breasts some day. But already her breasts were a good size, full and firm and very perky. Her dresses were always cut rather low to frame them, which only added to the soft, feminine features of her pretty face.<br/><br/>Despite her sharp mind, she preferred to present herself as innocent as a blossom and vulnerable, undermining her clever ways, especially since men weren't often interested in what went on inside a young lady's mind, rather taken with the exterior packaging, which was all the better for her, really. Even her brother looked more dangerous and cunning than she, though as soon as he opened that fool mouth of his that quality was quickly stolen.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Prince Gerrard," she said, giving a curtsy before sitting next to him, pulling her brother down into the seat next to her. "Isn't it entertaining to have the Aserit in the Theiri kingdom?" she said, "I think I quite fancy the Aserit princes," she said, "They're terribly handsome, despite their wolfish ways," she continued, "Though of course, that's not to say I haven't met a Theiri prince equally as handsome, though I wouldn't say his ways are so much wolfish as they are... firm," she quietly said, her words drenched in a husky lustful tone, though nobody but the two would be able to hear her.<br/><br/>She batted her lashes, leaning in slightly so that he could get a better look at her breasts, "But I don't think I should have to confess to you how I know of such firmness," she practically purred, a hand cleverly slipping beneath the table, delicate fingers running over his crotch. Perhaps he would invite her to... discuss her behaviour after dinner, or perhaps he would pull her away from the table right then to deal with her accordingly. She bit her bottom lip at the thought, her nether regions burning strongly with desire for the fine-haired Prince.<br/><br/>All the while Roran excitedly watched the gypsies play and entertain, any attention thrown to them automatically being pinpointed on the very, loudly excited Rory instead of the mischief proceeding under the table, though not much distraction was needed with the gypsy fool.