She was a dainty woman, very much petite in comparison to her handsome husband.  Her blonde hair was done up in curls, the string of amber and pearls better showcasing her slender neck and the drop of emerald sliding down her cleavage.  That was not to say that she was inappropriately dressed, however; in fact, it was obvious that she was a Lady from the jade green silk of her gown showcasing her slender figure to the self-assured smirk that curved at her lips.  Elisabet nodded her head in response to her husband's words, standing up on her tip toes to press a fond kiss to his cheek before parting ways at the party.<br/><br/>Elisabet was pale in comparison to her husband's exotic looks but didn't draw any less attention from the other sex, her white teeth flashing at the flattery they threw her way in their human attempt to impress her, her musical laughter only drawing more of them closer.  Once they were comfortable, they she leaned back against the column behind her, giving her a contradicting look of innocence but being sensual enough to beckon her wanna be suitors closer.  "Who's the lovely miss?"  she craned her head towards the redhead that seemed to draw as much attention as her husband and sister did.  For all her years of living, her words never lost that playful Scottish lilt that she was originally born with, and that only seemed to encourage the men surrounding her even more.<br/><br/>One of the men leaned closer, close enough to catch the scent of her vanilla and jasmine perfume that she preferred - a scent that was both playful and sensual, without being overwhelming.  Elisabet couldn't help but smile inwardly at his quick intake of breath, being fully aware of the aura she exuded, turning her deceivingly innocent gaze up at him.  "S-she's the Lady Anna Wright."  The man stammered over his words, wanting to please the lovely blonde that had no qualms against using her charms on him and resting a small hand on his arm.  "Fresh miss out of the schoolroom and looking for a suitable husband."  His words died off to a mumble.  He attempted to be one of the Lady's suitors, that much was obvious from his discomfited tone, and that only brought a grin to Elisabet's face.  So the Lady that her Count was interested in was of the difficult sort; this was something that she knew would be a challenge her husband would appreciate.<br/><br/>"Be a dear, will you and get me a drink.."  her grin tapered to a more appropriate coy smile, her hazel eyes wide as she looked up at the man.  As soon as he was gone, she glanced around the room to find her husband.  Years of being a vampire and of being his first wife, Elisabet had developed a... telepathic connection, if you will, with her Count.  It wasn't difficult to relay the information she learned of the lady - Anna was also a youngest child, something that Elisabet could relate to, but she know that the saucy redhead wouldn't be content with the simpering English lords for long.  As she mentally relayed the information, however, the beautiful blonde couldn't taper off her impish side... having woken up next to her husband and not having her lust sated before attending their event - before she closed the mental connection between them, Elisabet couldn't help but relay her own mental image of the lovely redhead astride her husband as she and her sister played with her.