<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/>The only thing that Elizabeth knew with a certainty beyond this point was that she was going to have to have a conversation with Lexie once the train ride began.  But she allowed those thoughts to be pushed away for the time being.  This was a night to enjoy ones self, and had she chose to question Lexie there and then she’d likely drive a wedge between the two.  Lexie seemed more than willing to include herself in this little threeway dance, and Elizabeth was in no place to deny her the act.<br/><br/>When she seemed to beg for the two of them to show her a dance it left Elizabeths lips curled into the wickedest of smiles.  She wasn’t sure which of the two she’d prefer dancing with most.  Which she’d prefer trying to incite lust out of.  With Elizabeth, it mattered very little the person involved, the simple act of seduction was fun in and of itself even if there were no plans to carry out the act.  “How about that, Lawrence?” She recalled the warm breath against her neck as Lexie spoke her three words behind her.  Elizabeth leaned forward, and her words were spoken an inch from Lawrences neck. “She wishes to play.” The words were spoken softly enough for Lexie to know something was said, but not know what it was.  Elizabeth gently bit Lawrences neck.  Her hand moved to Lawrences upper arm, and  slid down until it was at his wrist.  He seemed to react like he knew what she wanted.  His hand slid beneath Lexies, and with a quick turn Elizabeths back was now to Lawrence.  She was careful to push her ass into his crotch.<br/><br/>She smiled to her clown and leaned forward to her as well, whispering against her ear. “As long as you’re a good girl, you’ll never have to see how scary I can be.” Lawrence responded instantly.  The spirit was helping to guide them, helping to let the other know what to do without words being spoken.  His hand beneath Lexies took it, his fingers entwined with hers and he lifted her arm.  Elizabeth ducked out from in between them, and moved to a crouched twirl, first around Lawrence.<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/><hr/><br/>Lawrence found himself more drawn to Lexie than Elizabeth.  It wasn’t that he didn’t find Elizabeth as alluring as Lexie.  It was simply that he knew her.  He knew her tricks, he knew her ways.  He could nearly predict both her words and actions before they came to be, and he assumed that she could do the same with him.  The reason that Lexie caught his attention was because she seemed to pulsate with an innocence that was simply hiding something else.  In most cases this would make him protective over her.  In this particular circumstance, it meant that he was going to do everything in his power to enjoy it.  In this dance, Elizabeth would be the aphrodisiac while Lexie was the main prize.  He had no issues with those parameters.<br/><br/>Elizabeth spoke a response to the words Lexie had said that were still ringing in his ears.  He should have saw what Elizabeth was playing at, but with his company his mind seemed to be in only one place.  His captive eyes finally lowered from Lexie to Elizabeth when she pulled closer to him.  She could feel her temple against his cheek as she felt the words spoken across his neck, the bite placed.  He felt chills fall through his body that were only made worse by the feeling of Elizabeths ass against him.  When Elizabeths hand ran down his arm, his hand instantly slid beneath Lexies.  He twirled the Ring Mistress in a half circle, he wasn’t sure how he knew to do it as the spirit was still fresh to him, but he knew he needed to.  He didn’t care what she said to Lexie when she whispered something into her ear as she’d done the same type of thing to Lawrence.<br/><br/>Lawrences fingers entwined within the young clowns and he lifted her arm into the air.  Elizabeth snaked her way out from in between them with a grace only a master could bestow.  Nearly upon her knees, he felt Elizabeths body slide around him.  Her back against his thighs.  His hand then pushed forward and he did a careful spin with Lexie so that her back was to him, and instantly Elizabeth was gliding up her body, her lips close enough to the flesh that every inhale and exhale would be felt upon the latex paint.  It was Lawrence that stepped forward first.  It left Lexie now the person pinned between two, with her chest against Elizabeths and her back to Lawrence.<br/><br/>The two once again seemed to act in mirrored way.  Where as Elizabeths lips moved to the front of Lexies left ear, Lawrences found the back of her right.  Elizabeth spoke first. “You asked to dance with the devil and he is at your back.” Lawrence felt a swell of spirit flow through him, but he took it as nothing more than random chills.  Yet he knew the words to speak to Lexie, even if he didn’t know why. “You wished for sin, and now you’re looking her in the eye.”  Lawrences hand lowered down Lexies thigh, and he lifted it up so that her the inside of her thigh was at Elizabeths waist.  His hand lowered from Lexies leg, and Elizabeths soon found the same area.<br/><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>Lexie, Lawrence.<br/><br/>Elizabeth knew the spirit well enough to know what it was now doing.  Both her and Elizabeth were at it’s mercy.  Elizebeth knew that she could defy it, but she never dreamed of actually doing so.  So as she felt her body and her mind compelled to obey she simply listened.  Whether it be the words that she spoke to Lexie, or the way she knew where to put her hand almost instantly after Lawrences left Lexie.  She was quite surprised by the way that the spirit was playing tonight; it typically was much more reserved, and not so prone to stirring up emotions within the family.<br/><br/>With Lexies leg at her waist Elizabeth spun her around.  She didn’t bother to look to see if Lawrence would move.  She simply spun the girl, and lowered her down into a dip.  Elizabeths body remained pressed against Lexies, their lips nearly touching until it came to a point where neither athletic bodies could keep them from falling.  As expected, Lawrence was there to catch Lexie.  The sudden stoppage left the two women with lips together, though it was made to be nothing as Elizabeths hands found Lawrences thighs and she lifted up in a fluid grace, ensuring that every motion did nothing more than apply pressure to the next to nothing that was protecting Lexies inner thighs.  Her eyes moved to Lawrence.  He was staring at her.  The heat in his eyes let her know she had won, but it was still up to Lexie to decide if she was done.<br/><br/>