<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/1b/dd/ab1bddea870374f1b6b590f684f4f350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miss Lise Kincaid<br/><strong>Player:</strong>NowhereWoman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Clubhouse<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9 AM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>tight white shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/5f/94/c25f94e296042e9c38714bc31365f81c.jpg); Kinsey Lake t-shirt, nicely worn-in hiking boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elf/(Helen)/open<br/><strong>Action:</strong>A gracious hostess<br/><br/>Lise watched Roxanne head for the stairs and grinned at her back. Well, OK, her gaze might have been a little bit lower than that. But her smile was genuine enough. Roxy had always struck her as a bit ethereal, like some elf transplanted to the human world. But she was sweet, and a god listener, and so good counselor material.<br/><br/>She watched from the balcony as Roxanne caught the shirt Elf tossed her, and as she greeted the girls as they came up the stairs. Kincaid was bust categorizing and catalogeuing, matching faces to names,and more, importantly, body language to faces.<br/><br/>Once everyone had arrived, though, and was chatting around the high-carb spread, she slid up behind Galadariel and, in the tiniest of whispers, told her, "I can still feel your hand in me."  Accompanied by a quick pat on her butt. Just a reminder; she didn't care if her assistant flirted with the other girls, or did more than flirt. Given an opening that wouldn't be intrusive or taking badly, she'd do exactly the same. Just so long as the elf didn't forget her Queen entirely.<br/><br/>Then she slipped an arm past one of the girls, a pretty blonde with geeky glasses, and nabbed a bagel with a soft apology.