<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sheydran Corsei</span>,<em>Companion</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Preparing for the party, Arriving at the party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicola<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128466547)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Overall it had been a quiet day for Shey. Unlike those involved in the repair of the ship, she knew she was of most use simply staying out of the way. She was completely content to do this as she preferred to relax before getting ready for a client anyway. She liked to go to her clients well rested and relaxed. They were paying for her best and she owed to them, and herself, to put her best foot forward for them. Mostly she simply remained quiet. Reading, answering waves, and writing a couple of actual letters to friends still back at House Madrassa took up most of her day while she also found time to meditate and for a long, soothing, soak in the large tub that her rooms provided her.<br/><br/>Finally, a glance at the clock told her, it was time to get ready. Her thick mane of hair was drawn up and back, coiled almost carelessly with a few tendrils left free, almost as if to tease or dare Nicola to reach up and touch the fiery locks. Make-up was light and minimal, just a touch of color to enhance her lips and a sweep of shadow to make her eyes appear even more vibrant. Her soft, pale, skin needed no adornment once her gown was slipped into place along her flesh and she skipped any accessories but the sharp heels she slid her feet into. Spinning, slowly, in front of the mirror she smiled at her own reflection, chose a small clutch purse for the evening and grabbed the handles of a small valise that held such things as her toiletries and a dress for the morning that she would have one of Nicola's people hang to air appropriately once they arrived at her home for the evening.<br/><br/>At precisely 7:00 she was waiting outside her hotel as Nicola's car pulled up to pick her up. Smiling she handed the driver her valise and asked if he could have someone at Nicola's house hang her dress after he'd dropped her off. With assurances that he would, she slid into the sleek vehicle and simply enjoyed the ride. Oh part of her wanted to quiz him about his employer but that would be both rude, and spoil the game of getting to know, and thoroughly charming, her client herself.<br/><br/>Stepping from teh car at 7:30, on the dot, she let an enigmatic smile lift the corners of her lips as her eyes began to scan the line of people entering the house before her. Another red head shouldn't be hard to find even with this many people around.