<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen</strong><br/>            (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br/><em>"Alright. Come with me then.</em>Dorian motioned for her to follow and her already roguish grin grew a bit, her full red lips more prominent on her face than before, much like a child told she was getting a surprise.  She slide both of her hands into the back pockets on her tight jeans.  "Lead on!"  She allowed a little bit of the excitement to translate into her gait as a bit of spring entered her step and her hips swayed a bit more than usual.  Courtney had become much more picky in the couple of years after her last agent made some deals with a less than reputable photographer without realizing what kind of visions he generally tended to shoot.  Courtney had been put into a compromising position during the first shoot with this photographer and refused to continue.  Leading to the subsequent dismissal of her agent and Courtney's first foray into independent work.  She had learned from some of the more underground photographers, that she needed to see their work first.  Now Courtney insisted on it, besides Dorian was mysterious and attractive in his own way.  Courtney found herself drawn to him for some reason.  Now she was following him to the elevator to his inner sanctum inside the Studio.  Courtney was surprised to realize a mild wetness was developing between her legs.  Her grin grew a bit more devilish as they entered the elevator.