<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>Garrick knew with a sure handeverything and every one who worked under his rule, Alice was no different.. he didn't play favorites (he was incapable of<em> favorite</em>) but he did have others he would visit frequently.. Alice being one of them and the display she was about to put on was a clear enough reason as to why. So, Garrick watched her progress, and with growing interest. Once he had pushed so lightly at the robe she wore, she obediently stripped it from her body and he was again treated to the naked form of the  contorting clown girl. Vivid green eyes shamelessly roved her figure, indulging in the soft lines and curves her countenance offered. Her physical reactions to the proximity werent lost on him, he could gather that she most likely wanted some kind of.. physical relation. But Garrick was quite the sadist. He might like to watch her squirm a little, and besides.. the show was to begin soon. Work first, play later.<br/><br/>Garrick leaned back in his seat and splayed his knees out wide, facing Alice as her body began to bend. His eyes were first drawn to her nipples, her chest slowly descending backwards, his vision then pulled to her naval disappearing. A swatch of brightly colored fabric spread out, her lean thighs staying there place.. impressive! She never failed to impress. Surprise, was a little hard to come by for The Ring Master, but to appreciate the work she did.. well he could manage that. He ran his tongue across his tooth enamel as her head raised between her knees, looking oh so demure with her expression.. not a trace of struggle or ungraceful manuevering. And god damn that pose of hers, holding her chin in her hands like that..<em> good one, girly you get a point but we aren't finished yet</em>... He lifted a brow, looked her in the eyes searingly and with lids half cast over his vision as his gloved fingers curled and flexed over the rams horn serving as the head of his cane. "Very good, Alice Mon amour" he cooed, his tone could have been mistaken for patronizing, but it deceived the thoughts skittering across the forefront of his brain and behind his eyes. How long had it been now, since he had gotten her all turned around? Perhaps too long. He stamped the floor lightly with the cloven foot of the walking stick and inhaled deep through his nostrils, barely audible over her music.<br/><br/>Seamlessly, she eased herself into her next contortion.. elbows on the floor, toes pointed to proportions only a ballerina could even dream of. But a ballerina was too prissy, too closed.. too sure. Alice was to be pulled in all directions, bent but never broken. Garrick watched her intently, lifting both finely groomed brows underneath a placating pout. A grin cracked his lips in two and he stood, tall and jesterly before her bent frame. He huffed a little as he pulled a gold pocket watch from the inside of his tail oat. He clicked his tongue and situated the wrist watch back into its rightful place before bringing the foot of the cane in his hand to sweep gently under the arc her spine made, grinning huge and wickedly when he tapped the curve of her butt with it, just once. "I've seen enough... get ready, I'll be waiting for you in The Afficheur.. be early, and you won;t go unrewarded" he said finally. Long and scissoring strides of his legs, and the sudden open and shut of her door.. he was gone.<br/><br/>The Afficheur would be opening in exactly thirty minutes. [/font]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>