<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Chatting/Whispering...</em></span></div><br/>As Morgan entered the room there seemed to be a discernible shift in atmosphere. One moment, the audience was murmuring excitedly amongst itself as the auction began to really start. Everything seemed to be going well, the pieces were selling, the boss looked pleased. The next moment, Lulu wouldn't be surprised if Morgan got himself fired...though from the looks that Ingrid was shooting him...maybe even worse.<br/><br/>She winced as even in the shadowy lighting, those in the back row could easily make out Aline's petite figure as one booted foot made contact with the man's knee before a shove sent him sprawling to the floor. "Ooh...ouch." To Paul, she responded, "That's Morgan, one of the photographers here. He's great. Well, they all are. But he has a tendency to uh...erm..." Lulu paused as she tried to find the right word to describe the man. "Get under Aline's skin?" A shrug of her shoulders as she continued, "I don't really know too well myself. It's only during the public events when I actually<em>see</em>it happen ya know? But I still haven't decided if he's just suicidal or...psychotic?"<br/><br/>To Paul's second question, Lulu's mouth twisted into a smirk as an eyebrow raised. The words didn't leave her lips but the meaning was clear.<em>Men.</em>Typical behavior, but honestly she couldn't blame him. Ingrid was attractive to say the least. "That's Ingrid. Also a photographer."