<hr/><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Morning, Chateau Dohrmann<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hellooooo...<br/><hr/><br/>Pouting with mild disappointment at finding nobody more useful immediately outside the door than the nobleman's dutiful guardsman, Marsi leaned against the far wall and crossed her arms, meaning to wait for all the hoity-toity speaking to finish so that she might ply her skills in a more useful fashion.  Much as it annoyed her to leave that frail little Sarmatian at La Bella Captiana's hand, there was no denying the minx had a way with words that Marsi could not match, which made the annoying tramp more of an asset than a dozen of the finest roof-runners.  But at least La Bella Capitana had yet to suggest inviting the blushing little noble into bed with them!<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn by the approach of a most tasty morsel, and the petite thief's eyes indulged in the open liberty of gazing appreciatively at the comely woman now closing.  She remembered to look up into the woman's face, bold as brass and twice as forward, and grinned like a mischievous schoolgirl.<br/><br/>"Not I.  My Captain has words with the lord of this house, leaving my humble self here to await her pleasure," her grin grew wider.  "Or perhaps yours, were I at such loose ends.  Marsilia of Vodacce, if it so please you.  And who do I have the honor of meeting on such a morning?"