(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ElizabethKingston_Westonsmistress.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Study<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Johnathan Weston<br/><strong>When:</strong>A Little After Noon<br/><strong>Why:</strong>Planning a Party<br/><br/>"Oh dear I have worried you my love." Elizabeth bit her lip and leaned back on his desk, her legs crossing in a most inappropriate pose for the times. She had to think of a way to explain to this man what was going to happen at this party. "We want inhibitions to lower, cocaine will help in that manner, I understand your concern my dear, I understand that I may be pushing you a little far, a little fast, but trust me my love this is the only way for you to completely become what you were meant to be." Elizabeth slid off the desk and climbed onto his lap, even with all her skirts she managed with an expert grace to straddle his thighs. Her hands falling to his shoulders, head tilting to the side.<br/><br/>"The guests would have already been exposed to much more darling, if they went to Lord Henshaw's last year, they are expecting it." She knew this from fact and stories Victor had told her, mostly to spite her for not going, but she had been busy.....Training as it were. She knew what to expect, but Weston did not, she might have to drug him up before the party even started. "Dorian is in the south of France....Have him send some...I am sure the lady won't mind, especially since he will be at this party." Elizabeth felt like she seriously had a plan, it sounded good, even if she was pulling it out of her backside.