<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8665/th/pre/f/2014/155/c/8/white_fairy___stock_by_mariaamanda-d7l12qi.jpg)</div>Name:  Elia<br/>Location: Banquet<br/>Tagging: Isobelle<br/><hr/><br/>Elia recognized the voice at once. She sighed happily, and reached up to stroke the forearms that hugged her. Her ear tingles, and the feeling raced down the side of her neck, down, down, down. She shifted in her chair to face Isobelle as soon as she sat down. A huge grin plastered the half of her face not covered by her mask. “The Count was like...dancing with him  was like being taken to the Phantom of the Opera’s lair, or like...like one of those fantasy films were an alluring sorcerer right out of a storybook lures the heroine from some mundane suburban existence into a dark wonderland. Exquisite dancer, too, I could learn a thing or two. Hmm wonder if I’ll ever get another dance with him....”<br/><br/>The jeweled skull had nothing to say about that - it simply stared at her silence with the same rictus grin plastered over its features.<br/><br/>“And yes, the ‘White Wolf’ I literally bumped into….both of us could swear we had some deja vu. He, for my hair, and I....well, maybe for the beard, but more than that, I think it was his<em>voice</em>. Like I’d heard him give a commencement address, or a guest lecture at school, or someone on a speaking tour I saw. I do hope to find out later, one way or another...”<br/><br/>As she spoke, she played footsie with Isobelle. Helped along by champagne courage but ultimately due to innate affection, her left hand, furtively under the table, played a bit with the smoothness of the other woman’s skirt and the tone of the thigh beneath. And that thigh felt very nice indeed as far as Elia could tell.<br/><br/>Elia gestured animatedly with her champagne flute as she spoke, so lost in her words that she splashed her own bare shoulder with the last bit of champagne, before a liveried servant came by to relieve her of the empty flute. Elia simply went on, “...said hi to a few others on the way, the mysterious man in the dragon mask, and the lady in black whom I swear is wearing fangs. She’s so stylish and beautiful, and they seemed on their way to the banquet too, but I lost my nerve to ask directly about sitting them them. If I'd been cleverer I'd have asked if we might share a ...well, a bite.”<br/>