<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.<br/><br/>Elizabeths nerves had now absolutely settled with her short time with who was quickly becoming her favorite clown.  No longer did she allow thoughts about Lawrence to linger, or worries about Kink.  Or anything of the like.  They were all absolutely pointless thoughts at the end of the day.  She could control neither man.  She could control just about everyone within the circus, but those two were two she could not.  It was fortunate though that she had her back turned to the crowd when Kink escorted the Twins into the dressing room.  She would have interfered and objected in Charlottes defense, even if she hadn’t the slightest clue whether or not she condoned the act.<br/><br/>Her shoulders began to shrug as she felt the stress leak away.  Her muscles began to loosen.  And the champagne finally caught up to her.  She felt the gentle swimming feeling in her head.  The absolute comfort that a lack of inhibitions brought you.  Elizabeth rarely seemed as though she had any sort of modesty or self-restraint.  But with her position came a certain level of forced restrain…She couldn’t simply come onto whoever she wanted, because she had to maintain at least at least a certain level of professionalism.  But it was a party after all, so who was she to be the one to damper the mood?<br/><br/>Elizabeth lifted her legs to sit Indian style before she spun in a circle on the table to face her Family.  They were all happily away at whatever they were doing.  Mariana had seemed to find herself going to bed early, and it left Lawrence sitting alone.  She just smiled.  Who had the pretty girl sitting with them now?  Perhaps that was a silly thought, because Lawrence had a chance to fuck Mariana where as Elizabeth hadn’t thought of Lexie in that way before.  Her body spun around again and she looked back to her clown.  Her face shared the same sort of smile, something between playful and wicked.<br/><br/>“Can you even imagine how much money the two of us could make if we performed in the burlesque tent together?  I can see it now.  You dancing with the elegance and sexuality that the spirit provides.  Myself a few yards away, dancing on my own and swirling my fire…Mmm, what a tease we’d be when we came together.” She smiled at the thought, a look of pure lust in her eyes.  But it wasn’t a lust for Lexie, it was a lust for the way the crowd would react to them.  The spirit reacted differently in the Burlesque tent, and though she had felt it watching the shows, she had never felt the licks of pleasure that it gave to those performing. “We’ll both have to be in body paint, men and women would empty their bank accounts for us.  I’ll set up a grand shopping trip for the Family after to spend our wealth.”<br/><br/>Elizabeths legs extended out in front of her when she finished speaking.  She took to her feet and turned to pick up the bottle of champagne.  Her eyes turned down to Lexie as a thought crossed her mind.<em>Just one more sip, you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself Elizabeth.</em>She thought as she took one last drink.  The bottle was set down and she turned around to face her family, her face ripe with a smile.  Her eyes moved towards Lawrence, who was now by himself.  She hoped that her decision would work to her advantage and not backfire, as that was just as possible as anything.<br/><br/>Finally she turned around and lowered her hand to lift Lexies.  She leaned down and placed a simple kiss upon the top of Lexies fingers.  When she lifted she had a devious expression upon her face. “Remember how I told you it pissed me off when I saw you dance with Lawrence?  Forget that I said that.” Her hand in Lexies placed a gentle pull, indicating she wished for Lexie to stand.  Her hand released from Lexies(Whether she stood or not) and she turned to face the dance floor, her eyes switching back and forth between it and Lawrence. “How about the three of us dance?  I cannot help but to believe it’d be fun.” Her hopes were that the two of them would tease Lawrence to no avail.  He’d end up going back to his bed without a thing to join him, and a million thoughts.  Of course there was that real chance she’d end up in the same position.<br/>