<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/>Elizabeth simply smiled and shook her head as she looked away from Lexie.  Her laugh was absolutely intoxicating.  Elizabeth knew better than to just believe it was the tone or the sound of the laugh.  She’d heard tens of thousands of laughs during the circus.  Lexies affected Elizabeth the way it did for the simple fact that the spirit had decided to attach itself to her.  Elizabeth had began to pick up on the habits of the spirit.  She had discovered that it made her decision making a hell of a lot easier.  Kinky had outright infuriated her, and she had thought to get rid of him all together.  But his laugh did the same thing to her.  The spirit knew that he was good for the family, so she decided to keep him.<br/><br/>“A silly clown is the best kind of clown.  Kink can be the devil himself, but he is about as silly as they come.  Sometimes to his own detriment.” Elizabeth had picked up on the seeming discomfort that Lexie had at being offered the chance to advance.  She decided not to push it for the time being.  She made it clear to her Clown that the offer was out there, and if she ever decided she wanted to take it then Elizabeth would wait for her to bring it up.<br/><br/>Elizabeth couldn’t help but to laugh when Lexie talked about what Elizabeth could do if she just dressed up in body paint.  She was used to being complimented, but very rarely did she receive them in this type of way.  Lexie was in no way trying to get anything from Elizabeth.  She was simply speaking the truth that she believed, so the compliment actually landed and made Elizabeth feel happy.  Her eyes again returned to Lexie, but this time the intrusive lowering glance wasn’t given.  She just looked into her clowns eyes with a smile. “Now now, Lexie.  Here I had been hoping to do nothing more than dress up in paint along side you the next time you chose to do so so that we could leave jaws dropped.” Elizabeth fell into her performers mindset.  She now simply acted.<br/><br/>She gave a woeful sigh and raised her arms out in a gesture towards her family.  Her lower lip pouted, and she spoke as though her heart had simply been broken. “Now I know that doing so would kill my family.  A many great things have came from my nudity, now I must forever be bound to chastity so I do not risk the life of those so graced by my body without clothing.” Elizabeth stood up.  It was a slow stand, the type that someone who was experiencing deep emotional pain would make.  Her eyes swept out through the crowd before she turned and looked down to Lexie.  Elizabeths eyes seemed like they were damned near swelling over with tears…And finally she couldn’t take it anymore.  She collapsed backwards and landed in a sitting position on the table, as she herself burst out into laughter.<br/><br/>It took her a good ten seconds to collect herself before she lifted her hands to wipe away the tears of laughter.  Her hands wiped across the cloth on her thighs as she looked back to her clown, a playful smile on her face. “By god not even I can act my way out of a lie as severe as me being chaste.  I wouldn’t even be able to perform!” Her fire handling acts had always excited her, but now that Lawrence was back it was even worse.  The stage hands backstage knew as much, as she tended to leave the show with heavy breaths and a blush on her face.<br/><br/>“By god Lexie you’re brilliant.”  Elizabeth leaned forward to pick up the bottle of champagne, drinking straight from it once again before she set it on the table beside her.  She crossed her legs and returned her eyes to her clown. “If you like the attention in a safe setting, then you should try performing on your own in body paint in the Burlesque tent.  I bet you’d make what you average in a week in one night, and every penny you make goes straight to your pocket.” Elizabeth didn’t know Lexie well enough to know if money was a motivating factor.  But even within the Family, money had it’s uses.  You could buy favors, you could buy pleasure, you could buy privacy or other peoples things.  Yet she’d found that not everyone in the circus cared about some things, some just enjoyed the ambience.