(http://[floatright]http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg[/floatright])<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"> Garrick was enjoying the back and forth. He was a great observer of body language, the talent under his rule were completely transparent to him. Being what he was he was particularly good at reading through emotions, and to think that of the times he had Alice, admonished discipline for even the smallest thing (sometimes severely.. sometimes he would take it easy on her or sometimes not at all), that her need for appraisal and for chastising had went unnoticed would have been a mistake. Sometimes it was wanted on his behalf, other wise he really was trying to keep the upper hand here. Garrick toyed the the thick ribbed horn of the ram forming the head of his cane with his gloved thumb back and forth, green eyes drawn to the kittenish blue of her own irises. He simpered at her with his eyes squinted shut for a mere second after she had so kindly said that she <em>couldn't wait</em>.. of course she couldn't. Garricks ego knew no bounds. <br/><br/> The set up was of course, the main stage, meaning she would be performing as one of the main attractions in The Afficheur for the night. Along with a few others. This was Garricks place most Saturdays, but he tended to leave the pitching to the scores of temporary pitchmen allowed to leave the grounds after The Carnival was closed. Already, it was ten thirty pm, and the girl had an hour and a half.  He supposed he could give her the time.. or he could take it all up, make her tardy and take it out on her later. He liked the idea, personally. A little chaos never hurt anyone fatally. <br/><br/> So there Alice stood before him, obedient and sweet (though to others she could seem a little.. off, a little twisted) he was glad that she was a submissive pretzel when it came to him. Kind of got him ramped up.. but save that for later. In the mean time, a little fore play would do the trick for the moment, would it not?. Garrick combed his fingers through the length of his dark hair and flicked his eyes to meet hers again, a suggestive and lascivious grin crossing his lips. "Feel free to go do it now, <em>ma petite dame</em>.. It's been a while since I've gotten to see that, I've almost forgotten how it looks.." he chided, swinging the cloven foot of his cane to the floor. He tapped it once, lifted it to touch the hem of her robe. "Show me" he stated simply, silkily and with no room for objection. <br/><br/> <br/><br/><br/></span>