<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br/><strong>Location:</strong>End of the bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah/Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Greeting beauty incarnate<br/></span><hr/><br/>That was the thing about watching and observing quietly, sometimes the most stunning creature in the world will walk up so close that you can almost touch her, and yet seem miles and miles away at the same time.  Her hair was shoulder length, at least were it straighter and not so nicely curled and waved just so.  The black dress clung to her form in a way that matched her movements, that carried the same kind of beauty and air that her intricate mask helped and carried forth...a sense and kind of beauty so elegant and graceful that she did not merely stand out in a crowd, no, this woman stood apart from it all.<br/><br/><br/>Henry had a taste for all things of a truly classic nature, and she was the epitome of that, the incarnation of classic and yet, uniquely soft and sensual beauty.  Others were dressed in outfits that more truly wore them, while this beguiling creature brought and breathed life into the simple and yet devastatingly perfect attire she had chosen.  The dress should be forever grateful to her figure for the privilege of being worn so incredibly, far from the other way around.<br/><br/>He took another smooth, easy sip from his glass, then moved to a fully standing position from the leaning, relaxing state he had been in, and walked the many miles and few steps over to her,<br/><br/>"Milady," he began, his voice a deep temor, his accent lightly British with something else giving it a different, more exotic edge.  Bowing to her in greeting, he continued,<br/><br/>"Would it violate your sense of mystery and the nature of this evening's theme, if I were to ask of your name?" Henry inquired, adding, "If so, then I truly will play the Phantom and you could choose to be the courtier, or the lovely soprano for whom the Phantom pines...though you need no mask nor to play a role for your beauty to be evident, and the glamour you cast to be a hypnotic one, indeed.  I must warn you, however, simply by sharing your name, i cannot guarantee that will be any defense against becoming the center of my attetnions, for you deserve all of that and more."<br/>