<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HGfGq8X.jpg)</div><br/>Florence nodded and stood, bowing to the prince once from her shoulders,<strong> “A pleasure talking with you prince.”</strong>She then made her way back around the party.  Certainly there was a sensuality to the Baratans.  While not overtly sexual, it was highly suggestive in almost everything they did.  Between this and the suggestion of a upcoming rendezvous, Florence could feel the heat between her hips and moisture beginning to dampen the upper parts of her thighs.  She walked around casually, though she slid her thighs back in forth in a way to squeeze her sex as she walked, teasing herself with constant and repeated pressure.<br/><br/>She spoke to no one for more than a few minutes at a time.  But that was not too difficult, those people she did know knew her as a shy and quiet woman, and often made an excuse to begin speaking to someone else shortly after her stilted and forced uncomfortable discussion.  She did notice one or two faces that she recognized from gatherings of the candlelight society, but those people she did steer clear of.  No need to arouse any suspicion after all.<br/><br/>Throughout it all, she kept one eye on the prince, and when it looked like he was again alone, she caught his gaze from across the courtyard and gave one small nod before slowly strolling into the manor house.  Knowing that he’d enter from a different location, she thought it might be fun to make him seek out his prize, and she meandered slowly inside the home in his direction.  Turning and taking a staircase upwards and seeking the most glorious bedroom that she could find, as casually as she could.  Inwardly she hoped that he did not take too long to find her however.  The dampness that trickled down her thighs and the tight nipples that strained against the inside of her dress told her that if she waited much longer her attempts at caution would start to fail as ‘Fleur’s’ urges got the better of her.