The curl bounced as she came for the elevator, falling in waves around her shoulders while she raced to hault the woman from taking off in the vehicle.  Cynthia wasn't sure she could muster her nerve to continue waiting here, she may leave before the cards were dealt.  She was fairly confident that once she was in the game, there would be little risk of her backing out.  Quitting was never a problem for her, it was the showing up part that often got her in trouble.  So with valiant effort she moved forward with her open-toed heels on, forcing her body to move in a manner most appealing to onlookers about.  Her breasts bouncing lightly even in her bra while the twists of her hips served to tighten the material around them.  When she reached the elevator, a hand filled with delicate fingers grasped the edge.  A hurried thank you whispered as she ducked into the small chamber of the vehicle.<br/><br/>Cynthia had no problem with the woman's gaze, her own moving to look across the youthful figure before her.  When the hat dipped down, her eyes lighted across the rich skin and figure untouched by age.  Time was a horrible beast and so she admired the woman's young shape and spirit.  Once she had been so bold, but now she felt the need to hide inside her purse.  When the question was asked she simply ducked her head down a little and answered.  "Yes I am, but I have to confess being a little lost on the rules of the game.  The invitation is a little vague."