<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Robin Thatcher<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsors former room, to her chambers<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 5pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>taking a chance<br/><hr/><br/>Robin followed as he kept note in his mind how the building was laied out and also that path to be taken to return to the room where they had been. "You are correct of course." He said quietly, trying to not watch the lady's bare ass as she walked back to her rooms. She managed to cover the front of her, not the rear, though Robin wasn't complaining and in truth she didn't seem to even notice. He knew that the drug, for that was all he could think to call it, had a way to limit inhibitions, but if the stories about it were true, it was going to take more than a door and a husband to keep them apart.<br/><br/>(Continued at Lord and Lady's Stuart's chambers)