<br/><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>Kepler. (Noticing Lawrence and Mariana, Mentioning Chloe)<br/><br/>Elizabeth had a nagging suspicion that there may come a time when her little self imposed restraint when it came to Kepler would come to an end.  He made it almost impossible for her to continue at it, with the way he spoke to her from time to time.  To call him charming was an understatement, he actually managed to get a coy smile out of her with his compliment.  Had he succeeded in making her blush, she wasn’t sure if she was able to forgive him.  He allowed him to place his hand where he wished, and he chose to place it in a very respectful area.  She was not entirely sure if that was a point for him or not. “And you have a way of making a women feel like a girl again.” She said with a playful smile, allowing him to take the lead.<br/><br/>Keplers lack of technique was hidden by her natural grace.  Her body moved absolutely seamlessly with every way that he guided her, seeming to react to his guidance the moment that he showed it.  Where as Kepler may have been taking observation of those around her, her attention was placed solely upon the man she was dancing with.  As his hands removed themselves from her body, she began a brief dance with herself until she found herself back within his reach.  Her eyes slowly moved from his shoulders to his eyes, a clear look of satisfaction upon her face as she was pulled closer to him.  For a moment she had planned to press her body against his, and see exactly how he would react to her taking the dance into a more intimate direction.  And then he had to go ahead and ruin her moment with his question.  Almost instantly, she noticed that he had masterfully turned her back towards Lawrence.<br/><br/>She didn’t let her displeasure show in her body language, but the look on her face as she peered up to him made it clear that she was not happy.  “The intended pun would have made the question a hell of a lot more enjoyable.” She did what she could to calm herself down, she knew that Kepler had not intended on pissing her off.  But it didn’t mean he hadn’t succeeded in it, she would just not take it out on him for asking what he likely believed to be an innocent question. “Anything that he and I may have once had seems to have gone to the wayside, he has made that abundantly clear.” Her hand slid down his arm until her fingers wove into his, and he played it off as though he had lead her into a spin.  She had simply done it to allow herself a look at Lawrence, who seemed perfectly engaged with Mariana.<em>I’ll kill you if you hurt her.</em>she thought to herself as she let her body spin back into Kepler, this time her grace eluded her as she found herself pressed up against him.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved back up to his as she highly contemplating kissing him.  But it wouldn’t be fair to him, or anyone else, for her to act out in jealousy. “I cannot stop him from flirting with or fucking anyone that he wishes.  Just do me a favor, and make sure he doesn’t go about breaking anyones heart.  I do not care to hear about anything what happens so long as he is being a gentlemen.” She nearly spat out the last line.  Her body pulled away from Keplers.  She felt like she was annoying him, as he likely had no desire to deal with a bitter Ring Mistress.  Especially when she wanted him to act as recon.  Even if that was part of his job. “I apologize for acting childish.  Perhaps you should go and make sure that everything is okay with Chloe.” Elizabeth lifted to her tip toes and gave him a chaste kiss upon the cheek before she let her body slip away from him.  She hopped off of the stage and found her way back to her chair, pouring a glass of champagne that was emptied almost instantly before she dug an old, crinkled pack of cigarettes out of her bag beside it.  She only smoked to relieve stress.<br/><br/>The cigarette was lit, and she almost choked on the first drag she took as she saw a few cooks wheel in three trays of food.  It shouldn’t have bothered her so much that he went behind her back and rushed the meal.  She was going to seriously need to learn to control herself.  She was embarrassed that he could get to her this way, but none the less, he did.  The cooks went from table to table, setting down the first course.  Salad, freshly baked croissants, and a rather upscale antipasto.  Elizabeth had always ensured that despite their rather modest living arrangements, they ate well.  When one of the cooks approached her she shooed them away, with an irritated look that showed her displeasure.