<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"> </span><div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg)</div>With the opening of the door, Garrick was treated to Alices young, nubile and remarkably flexible body. He pulled into standing straight with finesse, and took a good unabashedly obvious leer at her lithe figure starting from the tips of her toes, traversing the firm outer lines of her thighs and hips.. then of course, the perfect set of her breasts and the blue of her eyes. He could call upon the image a few times he had had her.. and could have her again, if he so chose too. She was a submissive girl.. a<em>good girl</em>. Despite not wearing his favorite shade, being red. He would have her trained eventually, with enough of these surprise visits.<br/><br/>In one long stride of his spidery legs he followed her gentle ushering and took the seat offered, the best one in the house, the<em>only</em>one. He sat down casually enough, keeping his snake like green eyes fixated on her, temptuous and mirthfully wicked. She had swathed herself in a red robe to make up for her tiny transgression, and maybe it was enough.. if he knew that deep down inside, in the very epicenter of her being, she wanted to be punished one way or the other. His twisted little pretzel, sweet and lovely Alice. What brought him this way, she had asked?. Garrick leaned back in the chair and rocked it back on its hind legs. He held the cloven foot cane between the fork of his vertically striped black and white pants, the long and pointed toes of his boots pointed skyward. He held her blue eyes with a mischevious and jovial smirk on his jesterly lips and touching his irises.<br/><br/>"I'm pitching for you tonight,<em>mon a mour</em>" he stated plainly, coolly. "Saturday Night is good a night as any to have the best voice for the most bizarre of skin shows" he said merrily, tipping her a sordid wink and treated her to a click of his acid tongue. He chuffed at her apologies, a short and breathy hiss of air. "You'll learn eventually, dear heart. I just adore seeing red on a blonde, I like the<em> contrast</em>" he explained matter of factly, taking a look at his knuckles held a foot away from his face. Behind his stare he was thinking.. he had a number of roustabouts set up a glass box on the main stage.. a series of chains and rope. Best know that if Garrick was involved the show would be most interesting, unsettling and completely engrossing. "I have a few ideas.. I hope you aren;t too squeamish about being crammed into a little glass box, can't be too much of a challenge for you, right?" he asked, sliding green eyes to view her properly and in a sidelong manner.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>[/font]