<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span><em>Shey's Client</em><br/>2519, present evening<br/>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei<br/>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br/>Location - Outside Mason Kincaid's Home (Party/Poker Tournament)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nicola could tell she was nervous by the way her words ran away from her. She wasn't normally such a chatterbox, but it was hard not to be around Shey. There was every chance she'd say something wrong and put her foot in it, but she didn't think it would be so difficult to relax in Shey's company. A drink might help, Nicola decided.<br/><br/>The nervous redhead smiled when Shey extended her arm, and Nicola took it easily, without much thought, wondering if perhaps she should've been the first to think of that. She didn't think it mattered. "I would be interested in talking with your seamstress, sure. She's off-world I assume? I think if she was on Persephone,  I would already know about her. I've been here my whole life," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. What she wasn't saying was that most of the people with money or prestige knew each other already and an excellent dressmaker who made Companions' dresses would be known to the ladies already.<br/><br/>"I would prefer to lead in the dance unless you have a preference otherwise? When I dance with men, they always lead, but when I dance with women, I've only led. I think I could do either.. without too much trouble." She walked with Shey toward the house, her mood a little shy, but there was a sense of strong will beneath the surface as well. "Which do you prefer?" she asked, gazing up into Shey's eyes.<br/>