<div align="center"><em>Matilda...speaking to Avarice and going to help Paul.</em></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>Tilly might have been more naive than Avarice, but she was still a woman. There was no mistaking the challenging look in the blonde's eyes, and Tilly forced a smile. It wasn't her fault if Avarice was insecure. Matilda wasn't a model, so she had nothing to worry about. She didn't dress up in order to get the magazine thread...she dressed up because she was an actress and used any excuse she could to wear a costume. Either way, she wasn't competing with Avarice...although she wouldn't back down if challenged. Meeting the tan bimbo's blue eyes directly, Tilly made sure to portray that she wouldn't take any crap from the spoiled model. Of course, this was something men couldn't understand. How much emotion and communication a woman could portray with just a silent look was beyond a male's comprehension...usually. They said it out loud, punched it out and then got over it. Women were craftier and more cruel than that. <br/><br/><strong>"Yes, Tilly. It's nice to meet you Avarice. Maybe someday we can go to lunch or something."</strong><br/><br/>Of course, women always acted like their enemies were their best friends. It was common. At that, she turned away from the girl and smiled at Aline as she arrived. All the women were gorgeous, and Tilly hoped that she didn't look too out of place. Two more men arrived, and Tilly had to raise an eyebrow. They were both extremely attractive, and the redhead let her blue eyes travel over their bodies and costumes before looking at the equally handsome Paul.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, yeah...of course."</strong><br/><br/>Excusing herself from the small group, she walked with the man to the microphones and waited for direction.</span>