<div class="floatleft">(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/silverchild_24/Art/el071130484-2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clarissa Wright</em></div><hr/><br/><br/>Into the room the woman would walk as silently as humanly possible since heels were being worn after all, and one couldn't ignore the sound against the floor for very long. A long look being given to those already gathered chatting away it seemed, normally one not so reserved Clarissa held back for the time being. This was an experience that needed to be given proper respect, such was being done until eyes feel upon one of the back corners that had what seemed to be every type of sexual toy known to man. The woman might have thought that because she hadn't seen any action within the last year but that most likely was going to change this very night. Her thoughts began to get the best of Clarissa causing her to hold back at the door, waiting for more to arrive for the moment while trying to clear her head, this was a game after all, a game she wanted to win more than anything else that could possible happen this night.<br/>