<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ginny_Avatar-01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<strong><em>'Ginny'</em></strong>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sherrif's Office/Gomorra Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nash Bilton, Dolores Whateley, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>At Sheriff Bilton's request Ginny takeoff her hat, the blonde Whateley demurred for a moment before she doffed it in a smooth, single motion as her long, golden locks tumbled free to fall around her shoulders.  With a practiced shake, Ginny sent her lockets of hair momentarily dancing about her as the scent of her perfume, a complex scent comprising of a vanilla extract as its base with an infusion of the softer tone of her native Georgian peach, wafted tantalizingly in the air.  Yet once the initial scent faded, another sharper note lingered - something spicy, yet a little sweet.  A different fruit and one not easily recognizable unless one was a studied practitioner of horticulture.  Much like the woman who wore it, the perfume was both extraordinarily expensive and unique.<br/><br/>Taking careful aim, Ginny lightly flicked the oversized Sunday monstrosity as it half-sailed and half-wobbled in the air before landing on a very uncomfortable-looking cot that was the singular feature in an otherwise drab room.  And at Nash Bilton's callused hand tracing her flaxen hair, down her neck to the curve of her spine, Ginny languidly relaxed in his steady grip.  Such a position was one of vulnerability, but if it bothered her much - she gave no real sign of her distress.<br/><br/>At his murmured command, she showed no real resistance, leaning forward to put her hands against the cold, stone wall.  The motion made it so the bustle of her skirt butted up against him - the edges of it catching on the top of his boots.  For a moment, Ginny was half-tempted to sway back and forth but decided against it.  There was no real sense in doubling down - at this point, all the cards were on the table.<br/><br/>Sharp as always, she did not miss the sharp popping noise his knee made though whether or not such information would ever be useful remained to be seen.  And then, the real game began as she felt his hands on her legs.  Ginny was wearing silken stockings, their vivid color of orange matching the trim of her dress, but she may as well gone bare.  And despite herself, the blonde Whateley trembled a little - feeling her heart beginning to beat just a little faster despite her efforts to steady herself.  Inwardly, she chided herself for if this were a real card game, such a tell would have given her away in an instant.<br/><br/>Her dagger, of course, was found but to her surprise, no real mention was made.  Instead, Nash Bilton seemed far more interested in lightly rubbing the back of her thighs as he traced her skin around the blade in an almost teasing fashion.  The fact that the Sheriff did not even seem overly surprised didn't bother her too much though it did make her reevaluate the man again.  Mr.  Bilton was a great deal sharper than she had given him initial credit before - though truth be told, she supposed her perception of him had been slanted at the gambling tables.  The times they had been sober together had been few and far in-between.<br/><br/>With the frisking done, Ginny relaxed her posture as she turned to face the man - a light flush to her cheeks.<strong>"Yur uh'fraid?"</strong>Her tone possessed a teasing note even as she slowly and gracefully walked to retrieve her hat.<strong>"But ah tho't we was familiar!"</strong>Those green Whateley eyes sparkled even as she lightly fanned herself.  Yes, this little interlude would certainly make things very interesting the next time they sat across each other at the table.<br/><br/>That thought remained even as Ginny went back out to the main office to retrieve her things and bring them back with her.<br/><br/>As Nash Bilton opened the door to where her Aunt was being kept, Ginny couldn't resist one last comment even as she swished past.<strong>"Thar was one spot yuh dinnit inspect..."</strong>Her tone, now quite coy, egged him on the follow her movements as the blonde Whateley lazily traced traced the front of her dress with a finger.  Salaciously, she danced it across her bosom in a way that would have had all the Sunday crowd muttering and signing themselves against such sinful behavior.<br/><br/>A playful wink was given at him.<strong>"Ah do beli've yew missed these guns right'ere..."</strong>And with that, Ginny triumphantly entered the cell where Auntie Delores was.  The blonde Whateley tightly hugged her Aunt back as she patted the older woman's head in a soothing fashion and allowed herself to be led over to the bench.<br/><br/><strong>"Thar, thar.  Ah'm shore yu'll be out in a jiffy."</strong>Ginny reassured her Aunt even as she pulled forth the bag of sweets for her to distract her from dwelling on the mean men.<strong>"Ah've brought yer fav'rites..."</strong>Her tone was definitely cajoling this time as she made sure to only let her Aunt have the candies one at a time.  There was no sense in giving her a stomach ache!  Firmly, she patted her lap to indicate Dolores could put her head down on Ginny's very large skirt if she liked and then the blonde Whateley then pulled forth a leather-bound book of the first volume of the<span class="bbc_u">'Grimm Fairy Tales'</span>and carefully opened it to flip through a few of the pages.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, wot sho'od ah read yew?  Little Red Cap?  Or mebbe tha F'og Prince?"</strong>She then paused and carefully said the next words.<strong>"Ah've also braug't uh fresh change'o clothes fer yuh and uh large blanket so yew kin stay warm..."</strong>Honestly, Ginny wouldn't have remained in the bloodstained clothes a second longer than she had to, but she was also aware that there was no sense in giving any potential lecherous nearby inhabitants a peep show.