<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen Pantry<br/><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Teasing...<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Dahlia turned, her back toward the room as William followed her inside, her eyes on him once in the pantry. He closed the door, only a little bit of light coming through from below the door. "You should leave that open a bit..."She moved back slowly until her back was up against the high piles of sacks of flour, her breathing a little quicker as she licked her lips slowly. "We won't be in here but a minute...I've work to finish William..." Her voice was teasing - playing with him. She wanted to leave him with just a taste for later - something to come back and find her for. <br/><br/>The store room was packed with food. They were told to provide for the guests every wish - and if what was on the extensive menu was not to someone's liking, they were to have adequate stores to work on making something that the guest would like, or if they sent their footmen or maids down to the kitchen in the middle of the night to make them something, the kitchen staff - at least a skeleton crew, were supposed to be on hand to keep the kitchen going and the guests and family happy. </span></span><br/>