<div class="floatleft">(http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa363/bookwormbaby85/Hayden_P____Suicide_Girl_by_WaltLindsay-1.jpg)</div>When Britta finally arrived at the house and was allowed to, she slid the blindfold from her eyes and shook her hair out. Just seeing the house from here sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, she knew that being in a house with so many people was going to be out of her comfort zone but she’d be putting on a show and that was what she was good at.  She turned towards the cameraman offering him a wicked smile before winking and sliding out of the car. She took her sweet time walking through the gardens, stopping to examine or smell some of the flowers before she reaching the entrance to the house.<br/><br/>With her duffel bag slung over her shoulder she decided that the best thing to do first would be to find a room, she wandered off to the right and discovered what had to be the Master Suite with a bag already on the bed. To the left she found another bedroom, empty this time and tossed her bag onto the bed.  Britta stopped a moment to check her reflection in the mirror; she’d chosen the grey shorts and white halter for comfort and to show off her ink. She was looking a bit rumpled but that was to be expected after the hours spent at Sizzle Inc, and then in the car. This morning when she'd gotten dressed she'd chosen the nearly 5 inch heels to make her look taller and to show off her legs but at this point, her feet ached so she kicked them off at the foot of the bed and made herself at home, walking around barefoot.<br/><br/>Britta stepped out of the bedroom “Hellooo” she called as she made her way towards the salon where she figured anyone here yet would be hanging out, despite her hard looks her voice sounded decidedly young. It was how at her previous job as a burlesque dancer she'd earned the nickname Babydoll.<br/>