<div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2d1235x.jpg)</div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291628.msg14324012#msg14324012">Quote from: helvorn on 08-08-2018, 04:22:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the <strong>Heroine of Justice</strong> moved through the crowd Landa giggled softly in the ear of her new friend.  "She's pretty though and seems nice."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Is she?"  One aristocratic eyebrow went up as Alcina studied the heroine of justice critically.  After a few moments, she looked away, her chin tilting up proudly.  "Hmph!  If you like that sort of thing, I suppose."  Yes, and who didn't like leggy blondes, after all?  The stockings and short-hemmed dress was an especially clever combination.  The muscles in Alcina's normally elegant jawline began to work as she grit her teeth.<br/><br/>Slowly, she relaxed, her chin still tilted regally upward.  This wasn't a ball.  And she was here as a swordswoman, still making her name.  It wasn't as though she were being upstaged by... by... a loudmouthed tart with delusions of grandeur!  The muscles tensed again.<br/><br/>Elegance.  Poise.  Grace.  Alcina smiled at her new friend.  "By all means.  I shouldn't<em>think</em>they'd want us to model naked."  She hesitated, glancing at Landa through her lashes.  "Is does happen.  My homeland is famous for its nude sculptures.  I've seen my mother's bust many times.  Ah, the statue I mean."  Alcina cleared her throat.  "There is, after all, a certain elegance to the humanoid form.  But I shouldn't worry."  She waved a hand casually.  "I'm sure the style here is different."<br/><br/>The smile grew.  "Well, then!  To the scribe.  Oh, what fun!  We can work on our action poses while the scribe does the paperwork.  Back to back with weapons drawn, perhaps?  I'm sure we can figure it out."  She beamed at Landa before enthusiastically taking her hand, tugging her over to the scribe, practically bouncing as she did so.  "And thank you for the scones, Morena!"  She called over her shoulder as she went.  Somehow the young noblewoman had managed to snag one.