<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Legend:</strong> 1/1<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Class 103<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Namira hummed idly to herself while class went on.  And on.  Gods, could anything be more boring than this?  When it was finally over she was eager to escape, but Luke spoke up and drew her attention back to the now instead of finding a way to unwind a bit.  She listened to what he had to say, finding herself intrigued by the question he put forward.<br/><br/>"A chance to star in a show alongside a handsome young man?"  She put a slight, provocative purr into her tone as she eyed Luke from head to toe.  "A shared lead role at that?"  She chuckled, dropping the playfully seductive way she'd been speaking until now.  "I'd be willing to try.  You all saw how skilled I am with a bow and I'm at least competent at hand to hand on top of that as well."