<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Angelica's booth<br/>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br/><hr/><br/>Angellica's exuberance-- posturing for her guests' benefit, or otherwise-- sinks into Mare's defenses.  She attaches the bracelet and manages a meager smile.  "Um... no.  I don't think so."  Her wrist, like the rest of her under the jacket, is pale and smooth.  For now.  "Is the club pretty... intense?  I'm kind of new at this.   I need a little space, to ease into things."  She fixes her gray-blue eyes on her, seeming sincere.<br/><br/>The doorman seemed to recognize something in her... maybe that's why she was sent to this place.  Maybe she wasn't the first like her to come here, try to find someone to help her control<i>it</i>.<br/><br/>She steps aside, letting Angellica continue her work for other customers while waiting for any further indication.