<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/lgfp1605keira-knightly-is-elizabeth.jpg)</div><br/>Ink smiled at the doorman, who looked at the invite with misgivings. She wasn't looking like she normally did, granted.<br/><br/>"You sure you're who you say you are miss?" He asked carefully. She smiled even more broadly.<br/><br/>"Do you honestly think, given who my master is, that anyone would claim to be me without fearing for their very existence?" She purred. Her 'master' was a very scary man. Of course, that spoke a great deal given what she was. She had been taken under his wing, so to speak. So when the invitation came, his attending message to be 'properly decorous' she had taken the attending box and tried the outfit at. The boys on the block would have been quite.. outspoken, if any of them had the balls to cross her. She'd been given the housing project as her territory, along with instructions on how to act. That meant turning a few would be mobsters into her blood pets, and setting up a few things to her liking. The block was the only one in the area that didn't have a lot of predators in it, aside from her, and very little resident on resident crime. Her trio of apartments were all set up her way to ensure that she had safe spots to hide and rest in, with all her needs attended to.<br/><br/>"Well miss.. you were.. "<br/><br/>"Black haired, tattooed with a lot of piercings in interesting spots?" She said, letting her accent take on a more east end taint. "Oh luv, that's my working face." She grinned as she took the invite and walked on in. She had been summoned, her 'master' had told her to come and she wondered what response her current 'face' would draw to him, given that it was taken from one of his own paintings in the lair she had been allowed to be seen.