<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elizabeth Sawyer<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Ring Mistress<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.  Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>French Canadian accent, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lexie, Lawrence.<br/><br/>Elizabeth was nothing more than delighted with the way that the dance had worked out.  The odd part was, she believed that she was more thrilled with the fact that her Clown ended it than anything else.  Between the spirit itself and the two bodies she had been so entwined within, she had found herself just at the precipice of lust.  Elizabeths hands left Elizabeth as she turned around to face Lawrence, and she lit up with  a smile as Lexie ensured that  Lawrence would have a difficult night.  Not even his little African whore would have the audacity to sleep with him on this evening.<br/><br/>When Lexie turned to face Elizabeth her eyes never left the man in front of her.  Her lips were perked at the corners in a smirk until Lexie kissed her cheek, that was when she finally looked down to the girl.  Her smirk only widened before she whispered back to the girl just before she walked off. “Just remember sin is to be resisted…Or else the devil wins.” Her eyes flashed up to Lawrence, before she watched Lexie stroll off.  Elizabeth could never deny the sexual appeal of the girl, especially “dressed” in the way that she was.<br/><br/>Finally Elizabeth stepped forward to Lawrence until the two were chest to chest.  Of course it wasn’t quite the same as Lexie, Elizabeth was quite bound in her corset where as Lexie was still soft to the touch. “You’ll find it best if you leave my clowns alone.  We’d hate for the same fate to fall upon you twice.” Elizabeths hand lifted to touch Lawrences cheek as she outright threatened him.  She could tell by the glaze in his eye that she wouldn’t have to deal with an angry outlash, his anger would come later. “After all you do have your little play toy to think about.” She spoke directly of Olaana.  Elizabeth leaned forward and kissed Lawrences lower lip, before her body whisked away from his until she made for the exits.<br/><br/>Perhaps she had “won” the dance, but it didn’t mean she wished to remain in the tent in this state for a moment longer.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lawrence Hawkins<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Old Timer<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lexie and Elizabeth.<br/><br/>No matter how hard Lawrence attempted to deny it, there was a very simple fact.  His draw towards Elizabeth was not simply going to go away, no matter what she had done to him.  Dancing with her alone would have been more than enough to put him into a state of desire.  But when you added Lexie, and the image of the two dancing together in such a way…he quickly found his graces leaving him, and his primal side taking over.  He was however well enough trained not to act upon it, as both women were off limits to him.  Elizabeth for the obvious reasons, and Lexie for reasons he didn’t quite enjoy accepting.<br/><br/>His breath was deep and calculated as he attempted to place his mind in better places.  Yet the look of something as an accidental kiss between Elizabeth and Lexie, and the hand gripping his thigh to lift the two up made him force his eyes shut.  He again calmed himself.  And then Lexie showed her worth, and pressed her body to his.  His eyes open, and with the words themselves and the tone that they were spoken in he instantly felt that lust return.  He’d knowingly walked into a trap thinking he could escape it, and had grossly underestimated the two women.<br/><br/>He was the unlucky one of the pair that didn’t have the chance to witness Lexie walk away.  It was probably for the better.  His eyes were fixed upon Elizabeth.  There was a twisted mix of lust and hatred in is eyes as he looked down to her.  Then she stepped towards him, and pressed her body against his.  His fingers curled into a fist so that he didn’t wrap his arms around her, his fingernails digging into his palms.  Her words were quite pointed.  It was as clear a threat as any.  Then she had the audacity to bring Olaana into the mix…He wanted to hit her, but he found himself incapable of doing so.<br/><br/>When Elizabeth kissed him, he bit her upper lip.  He was sure that his teeth came to a point so that she would be able to taste blood on her tongue.  Her words were sharp enough to earn the punishment, even if he knew he’d come to regret it.  Elizabeth left the tent entirely, and Lawrence felt himself fill with anger.  Instead of following her out of the tent, he made his way back to the table he had been sitting at and began to drink again.  He wasn’t entirely sure when he’d gotten drunk last, but he was entirely sure tonight he would.