<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe M. Mallory<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act/ Trapeze Artist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Chloe's Private Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Simple Yellow dress with a black belt around her waist<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><hr/><br/>The exercise cart was indeed a blessing for one such as herself. The long days and sometimes weeks on the train sometime limited her training with the trapeze but there were other ways to compensate and stay in top shape for the circus. After her workout, her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat which caused Chloe’s noise to wrinkle in disgust. She did not remain in such a condition for long since the shower called her name. There was no need to return to her room since she already had a dress packed within her small travel bag. Quietly, she combed her hair back into a tight bun and allowed a few stands to caress the back of her neck. Her face was flushed with the rigorousness of daily training as exhaustion creep into her bones. Still, she was pleased with herself. Her position as an act was not on to be taken lightly.<br/><br/>Sacrifices were to be made by not only her but other members on the train. With a quiet sigh, she headed to get some dinner. It was a fairly light meal since she did not wish to linger for another encounter with the demon known as Erin. Even still, her mind went over the day’s events. Kepler. He was quickly becoming a pleasant part of her life. It appeared as though they finally managed to not annoy each other unintentionally as in the past. Yet, Chloe could not push away the feeling that perhaps she did something wrong when he was in her room. A frown appeared on her face as the little appetite she had vanished from her mind and stomach. Curiosity brightened her blue eyes a little when some of the clowns appeared to whisper about something though they appeared to stop once she neared them. This reaction did not surprise her. She was not one to entertain idle gossip in the circus but something about the way they looked at her made her feel a bit uncomfortable. These feelings remained hidden as she gave them a simple smile then headed out and towards her room. It was growing late, and Chloe was more than ready to retire to her room for a short read with some sleepytime tea before heading off to bed. Unconsciously, she began to hum quietly to herself while thinking about the kiss.<br/><br/>She began to search her small pocket for the key to her room though to her annoyance there was no need to procure it. Chloe already knew who would not respect the lines of privacy to enter another’s room without permission. Shaking her head a little, she opened the door with a pleasant smile on her face that reached her eyes. It was her every intention to discuss with Elizabeth about the future shows to be performed in her home town, but the words were stolen from her lips at the sight in front of her. Chloe’s cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment as the key clattered loudly to the floor. Not only did Elizabeth disregard the need for privacy but she also managed to find something extremely personal. “Elizabeth,” she whispered softly as she tried to create some type of excuse to explain the presence of her collection. Just then, Elizabeth began to speak, and all Chloe could do was remain quiet since she had been reduced to silence. A few seconds later, she recovered her senses and quickly slammed the door shut before the lock was clicked into place.<br/><br/>The last thing she needed was someone else to find out about her…addiction. It was shameful. Almost as bad as Kink’s drinking or Erin’s foul temper. The reassurance of no on being told about this sin caused her to relax a little though it was clear that she was not necessarily comfortable with the selection being spread on the bed. The bed. Elizabeth was in her bed. Her personal space. She bit back what would likely be a scream then calmly crossed the distance between them. Breathing quietly out of her mouth, she took off her shoes then put them back in their proper place in the closet. Only then did she sit stiffly on the bed with a flushed face. “No, you may not borrow it. I don't believe in sharing these type of items." Words such as foul and disgusting went through her mind. "I am sure you can purchase your own when we go into town for shopping.”<br/><br/>Her voice remained controlled as she imagined Elizabeth dragging her into one of those stores while everyone else watched and took note. During here time at the circus, Chloe’s small addiction was carefully hidden to make sure no one ever suspected her of such a foul habit, but she could not stop herself from having the cravings. Her first and last time with a man before she joined the circus was a disappointment so she did not think twice about bedding someone else again. “My father would kill me if he ever found out about this,” she whispered more to herself than the other woman. Chloe then began to gather up the toys with intention to put them back in their box. Her eyes went over to the one that had confused Elizabeth as she paled a little then forced a smile. This was not a conversation she would have ever dreamed of happening. “It’s…it’s a…Well, I forgot the name, but it goes…you know…inside of you. Oh never mind, you can have it.”<br/><br/>Finally, her mind came back to ponder the reason for Elizabeth being in her room in the first place. It was a much safer topic than toys. “What was so important that you could not wait for me to return to my room before coming in? Is everything alright?” A hint of worry colored her voice after the day’s stressfulness. It appeared in her mind to possibly tell Elizabeth about the encounter with Erin, but she did not wish to start another issue within the circus. Plus, she was not overly pleased with being called Elizabeth’s lapdog. While she waited for an answer, Chloe realized her rudeness even though Elizabeth was not technically a guest. “Oh, forgive me, Elizabeth. Would you like some tea?”