The blonde's lush eyelashes covered her thoughts as the young man went to the refreshment's table, his glance always returning to her every so often - albeit nervously - and he clumsily poured a glass for her and himself.<em>How silly, these events...</em>Elisabet fought not to roll her eyes at the simpering men that turned their attention to her and her sister.  As a human, she didn't care much for these events but her husband was on the prowl for another wife.  And she had to admit... sometimes mingling with them was amusing but now she wanted nothing more than a lusty romp in the sheets with him and her sister.<br/><br/>Hoping to avoid her male audience, she gracefully made her way around the room.  Most people were curious, of course, but none were really brave enough to attempt much light talk with her despite the charming aura she attempted to wrap around herself.  Perhaps she just came off as haughty, but... she<em>did</em>know that she and her sister were better than these ladies... who likely would've shrieked in fear, had they known who - or what, rather - was mingling with them.  The blonde fought to hide a grin.<br/><br/>Elisabet's sultry lips curved in a warm smile at the greeting directed towards her, her head inclining in a bit of a bow at the interruption of her thoughts.  "How do you do, Lady... Anna, is it?"  the Scottish lilt was still apparent in her words as she extended a slender hand.<em>She was, after all, a lady.</em>"Countess Elisabet.  It's a charming soiree, is it not?"  In a graceful gesture, Elisabet flicked out a silk fan.  At first glance, it would have looked like an ordinary fan that a high born lady would have on her but upon a second glance, it was obvious that the fan itself was a very well-preserved relic; perhaps of a finer craftsmanship that wasn't seen around England.  Finely edged with lace, charming little flowers and bees dotted along the edges; the fan itself had to have been handmade, but from another time.<br/><br/>