<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HGfGq8X.jpg)</div><br/>Florence held the small book in her lap during the short carriage ride.  The combination of going without any undergarments, the smooth silk beneath her, and the lovely way the carriage jostled ever so slightly as it moved down the road had a soft sly smile across her face.  Nothing untowards, just... pleasant.  Her manicured eyebrow arched as the carriage pulled to a stop and she took in the sight of the Su guardian.  While she wasn't personally attracted to overly large men, she could understand them.  AS a woman who indulged in two vices, reading and fucking, she knew that food could be a powerful mistress.  But what was most interesting was that he wasn't covering his pendulous belly, not trying to constrain it with garment or girdle, as some Olanian men might.  No this man seemed almost... proud?<br/><br/>She smiled at him and nodded her head, deciding that his familiarity was more a difference in cultures, and not meant as any offence.  She had to remember that different cultures shared different values and to try to remain diplomatic whenever possible.<strong>"Florence Genova," </strong>she said with a bit of a modest turn of the head and downward cast eyes, playing the role of the shy wife,<strong>"Wife of Lord Kenneth Genova, who regrets that he can not attend the festivities, and hopes that the prince will accept my presence and well wishes in his place."</strong>