<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>At the bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday dusk, week 1<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Kitty<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Gabe almost jumped when the woman sat down next to him. He guessed he was even more nervous than he thought. He was surprised when she put her hand on his. Then he found himself staring at her barely concealed chest. He swore, one deep breath and the robe would fall open. He couldn’t help but admire the view.<br/><br/>“Kitty. Right. I thought... well, never mind. I didn’t know what to expect for my guide. I, uh, I would’ve been wrong no matter what I thought. You’re gorgeous.” He didn’t quite turn red after blurting that out, but had clearly embarrassed himself. “What... um... what does a guide do?” He tried to look her in the eyes but kept staring at her chest. “I know the general idea of the club, but I don’t know a lot of details, I guess.”<br/><br/>He swallowed. “I’m sorry I keep staring. I..” he laughed. “I don’t know where to look, I admit it.” He was still holding her hand, and he didn’t know what else to do, so left his hand in hers. “Maybe you should tell me about the club and what’s expected of me and I can stop babbling like an idiot,” Gabe added with a sel-depreciating grin.