<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ashleigh, and the others at the table... sort of (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was the ideal time for a bit of an intermission. Autumn had finished strolling around the perimeter of the ballroom and tugging at all of the windows, only to find herself back at the main doors with an empty glass. As one of the waiters rushed over and nearly walked straight by, she suddenly and swiftly dumped her glass against the man’s chest, which caused him to reflexively twitch and catch the glass before it could fall and shatter.<br/><br/>“Um. Think fast..?” Autumn offered from over her shoulder as she had already started walking away. As the others remained to listen to Juliet’s speech, Autumn was already rolling her eyes and mocking little miss perfect. “Blah blah blah, look at me, I’m perfect!” She imitated, while strolling out the front doors of the hotel and heading back to her car. Once there, she popped the trunk open and took out a duffel bag which happened to filled with sex toys.<br/><br/>The choice to place her items into a bag was not made out of fear of being embarrassed at the contents, but rather, out of ease. And she would know, firsthand. Carrying multiple sex toys was no easy feat. However, there was one that she decided to take out and sink against the waistband of her skirt. It was small and discreet enough that it wouldn’t be noticeable there. But, it would definitely be noticeable when it was used. That thought placed a devilish sneer on her face.<br/><br/>Upon returning, she went to the front desk and requested, through a very strange conversation, that someone place her items in Ashleigh Slater’s room. She also made a request for a copy of her key card, but that was not something they were willing to do without Ashleigh’s express permission, for some stupid reason. Hopefully the bag found its way up to Ashleigh’s room, because Autumn hadn’t booked one, figuring she’d want to leave as quickly as possible, and definitely not spend the night.<br/><br/>Making her way back inside the ballroom, everyone was finding their tables and plates of food. So, Autumn awkwardly walked over to the buffet - thankfully without tripping on her heels - and filled her plate with mostly carbs. Garlic bread, cheesy pasta, mashed potatoes, and even some bruschetta. After her plate was heaping, she brought it to the table where she had spotted Ashleigh. The seat next to her was unoccupied, so Autumn naturally, without asking, sat down there.<br/><br/>Turning her head to smirk at Ashleigh, only to find that her former flame was busy in what seemed to be a rather serious conversation with others, Autumn pouted openly, then took a big swig of the drink in front of her. Wait - was that even hers? Oh well, fuck it. It was now. And whatever this fruity concoction was, it tasted delicious. Taking a long sip, she swiped her tongue against her lips afterward, then released a long, telltale sound, signaling how refreshing that beverage tasted. “Aaaaaah.”