<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The time was nearing, and Shar could feel the thrum of anticipation. How many of her Fae in were drooling over the possibility of the night before them? Intrigue, seduction, power, death. It was the gathering where even the Courts of Legend were in attendance, in all of their capricious charm. Goblins plotting while they stroked their daggers, nobles preparing to conquer their latest fixation, and so many others. All this she could imagine as she waited, sharing her space only with the chosen others who were selected to accompany the highest of noblewomen to her festivities.<br/><br/>Idly, she traced a tapered digit over the length of her thigh, distantly admiring the handiwork. The polished leather (of course) was held together at the seams by silver hooks. Suggestive and impractical, naturally, but that was suited for festivities. The hints of bare flesh revealed the tattoos that snaked along her flesh. Her whole outfit was hardly typical of a Fae noblewoman; more akin to a suit of particularly decorative armor. It was a far cry from a flowing ethereal gwon. But then, she lacked station sufficiently high enough to be dainty. The often vile bloods of every Seelie and Unseelie species would mix on this eve, and far be it from her to not come prepared. Such gatherings were often valuable opportunities for her. A place to meet clients, make connections, and observe the powerful at play. Observation was a talent of hers. Knowledge was power, after all.<br/><br/>Then, the Princess made her grand entrance. Of course she was beautiful - even the exacting standards of the Sidhe. But then, the Princess of the Court could be no less than a dazzling creature of supreme unreality. Her very appearance suggested both regal grace and alluring fragility, with porcelain flesh and lustrous locks. Shar had to wonder how many hours the charming aristocrat spent gazing into the mirror, painting her naturally lovely canvas into her own masterpiece. It certainly was effective. Her dark lips could only twist in amusement as she observed the reaction of the soldier who was struggling so hard to remain composed. For a mere second, actual emotion played on his features. Even he was not resistant to the charms of the aristocratic beauty. Hot blood pumping through the ever stoic Sir Adham's veins? She was not intimately familiar with the man, naturally. Those of her profession and the strong honorable sort generally did not tend to mingle. However, she knew of his reputation, as well as that of the Captain. It was her business to know, after all.<br/><br/>At last, she dipped into a deferential bow. Playing the role of a lady, she didn't allow her eyes to stray to the royal cleavage. "It is a pleasure, Princess Aria, to be in your escort. Should you require any diversion throughout the night, you have only to ask. It's my job to provide entertainment." She eyed the other two, smirking. "I extend the offer to my fellow employees, of course."</span>