<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div>Cassandra Keisling/Fang<br/><br/>Nerves took Cassandra for a moment.  She tightened her back to feel the comforting weight of the katana sheathed there--so much more useful a blade than the gun she carried mostly for show.  She relaxed and felt the flow of the crowd around her--a sort of heightened intuition that she'd brought into being with a divinitaroy spell and maintained with the black choker at her throat.<br/><br/>Confidant once again that she was ready for whatever came her way, the dusky skinned girl sauntered through the crowd--the heals of her boots augmenting the natural roll of her hips.  Reaching her contact, her lips twitched towards a grin, "You have a big apetite, I like that in a man."  She leaned forewards just a tad bit too look at the meals, letting the wolf fang swing out of her cleavage so that --if the usual contact information was given--he could have no doubt as to who she was.  "Mind if I join you?"