<strong>&lt;Selena Yttrium&gt; -  &lt;Lounging in the lobby&gt; -  having fun teasing everyone</strong><br/><br/>Selena pouted slightly at Tom, her small lips pursing in a mock-sulky expression. "Aww, must I sign in too? It's not like you don't know me already, Tom, darling..." she whined. But she knew Tom's temper, or had heard of it at least, and so she sauntered to the front desk. She signed her name in the thick leather-bound book, leaning over the counter a little more than necessary, so Tom -- and perhaps Sir Vanderholt too -- could get a good view of her bosom, as an added treat. Done with the procedures, Selena pushed the book back towards Tom with a wink.<br/><br/>She did not leave the lobby yet, though, not with the sudden influx of guests waiting to check in. There would be time later to prepare for the evening. Meanwhile, she should take note of those guests who were more likely to fill her purse for her. There was Daniel Vanderholt, who had been eager to suggest some private fun. And there were two newcomers too. One had a squarish jaw and intelligent eyes, and greeted them all cheerfully. And the man with an unshaven look and a beautiful harp. Selena looked at the musical instrument curiously. He did not look like a musician at all. A merchant, perhaps.<br/><br/>Selena inclined her head at Mr. Cheerful's compliment of her dress. "Thank you, sir! And I assure you that everything beneath it is just as fetching, if not even more so," she replied smoothly. The cheeky smile that accompanied her words included Sir Vanderholt and Mr. Harp too. "Are you a patron of the arts, sir?" she asked the latter innocently.