<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/29379afa8eac684b78695a06a12708cc/tumblr_o4gmfnzEQq1vp8uy6o6_r1_250.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name: </strong> Autumn Towler<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br/><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 23rd | Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler | Closed<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Tapping one perfectly manicured nail against the door handle, Autumn tried to clear her mind of anything that might cause her undue anxiety and therefore mar her carefully made up appearance. It had been a bit of a chance to not take a thorough shower before going down to the driver. Though of course, at the time, it hadn’t seemed like such a chance. Lost in eager thoughts of seeing Eros once more, she’d thought that it mattered only to get there as quickly as possible, not to spend wasted time making sure every inch of her was clean. Particularly since she’d been careful to dress herself, arrange her hair, and apply her make up in a way that made her look like nothing so much as a particularly beautiful porcelain doll. Exactly as Eros preferred.<br/><br/>But now…well, it was a <em>long</em> drive to the Towler Estate. Autumn had nothing but time to consider her choices and whether they were really the best.<br/><br/>For example. Fox had not had a driver sent for her. Fox had been picked up by Eros himself. Which rather suggested that Fox, the bitch, was managing to carry herself off quite well in Eros’s eyes despite the not-so-subtle hints that Autumn dropped. On the other hand, Autumn had been relegated to a driver. Not to mention that Eros had seemed less inclined to contact her and order her home on a random whim, this weekend excluded, which could only mean she’d either done something to displease him or he was getting bored with her.<br/><br/>“Well, I like <em>that</em>,” she muttered in a tone that suggested she very much did <em>not</em> like that. However, her placid smile returned as she caught Charles glancing at her in the rearview mirror. There was just enough curiosity on his face to suggest that while he’d heart her speak, he’d not heard the content of her words. Just as well.<br/><br/>The rest of the drive—all twenty minutes of it, by that point—was done in silence. On both their parts. After all, Charles had not remained the Towler driver as long as he had by acting on his curiosity or trying to fill the silence with meaningless chatter. Thus when he opened the door and held out a hand for Autumn to take, she accepted it and allowed him to help her from the car, as though she were a dainty lady.<br/><br/>As she looked up at the imposing front of the family home, counting the windows till she found the one of Eros’s study, she felt Charles’s eyes upon her. “That will be all, Charles,” she said. It held just enough warmth that the man would feel as though she favored him—as a servant, of course, as a servant who deserved a bonus this year didn’t he?—so that he would make sure to obey. After all, she lacked the psychological intimidation imbued to her eldest brother and the physical intimidation that her twin bore. What was left was cunning and just a pinch of emotional manipulation.<br/><br/>With a slight smile and nod toward the window and a dismissive wave over her shoulder to the driver, she walked toward the double doors of the main entrance. As suited the Towlers, the house was…massive. Massive and gilded. The four inch heels she’d put on before leaving clicked on the marble foyer and on the stairs as she ascended them. Perhaps four or five minutes passed between entering the doors and finally knocking twice on the door to her brother’s study.<br/><br/>A playful move, calculated to remind him that it was <em>she</em> who had amused him for almost six years now, and she didn’t quite wait to hear his response before opening the door enough to peek around. The smile on her face was bright and mostly sincere. Autumn <em>was</em> glad to see him and she <em>had</em> missed him. But that didn’t mean she could entirely forget that he’d been the one to propose to that bitch and that he’d been the one to all but ignore her the last couple of weeks. She was not the kind of person one ignored.<br/><br/>Pushing those thoughts away for now—they’d only ruin things—she fluttered her eyelashes in a demure yet playful way, lower lip pouting out ever so slightly. “Hello there, big brother,” she cooed. Finally she stepped from behind the door, revealing the white dress she’d put on, skirt slightly flounced and arms bare. With her dark hair pinned up in messily artful curls and her lips painted a deep red, she did indeed look like a beautiful doll. The kind people paid millions just to have for their own.</span>