<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Charmed.<br/></span><hr/><br/>Fortunately, at the moment Sarah had stared wondering how one determined if a potential companion had corresponding... preferences (secret handshake? name tags? code words??  what?), her musing was interrupted by the approach of a well-mannered, charming man.<br/><br/>She smiled and responded to his bow with a perfect curtsy.<br/>“Good sir, whilst it might be in keeping with the spirit of the masquerade, I’m not sure if I’ll remember to answer to Christine and I’m an alto rather than a soprano.”  She raises her champagne flute to him, openly (but not in a vulgar manner) admiring the physical attributes of the man before her, as well as the fit of his obviously bespoke suit.<br/><br/>“I believe I shall risk the dangers of your attention and all that might entail.  My name is Sarah.”  Her English accent is obvious, and her voice does have a pleasant alto tone to it.<br/>