<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZCFWZWL.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Anabella</span></em></span><br/>Half-Elf Slave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Around the Festival, at her owner's side<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erza, Xilupha<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Erza's annoyance was leaking off her like a perfume, the sense of irritation almost tactile. For her part, Anabella - as often seemed the case - was somewhat more stoic. The differences between the event-that-was and the event her Mistress was hoping for were, in her mind, not terribly different. She would be leered at, and more than one man would try to grope her. Fae or farmer, did such things really matter?<br/><br/>Though she might have hoped for better vendors. Festivals were one of the times her owner was often in...<em>indulgent</em>moods.<br/><br/>The motion of Erza's hand was enough to bring her attention back to the sitting tiefling sorceress, and she nodded once. "Of course Mistress." She made her way gracefully through the crowd, managing to escape with a minimum of hands on her rear end, finding a merchant and plucking a few coins out of a purse that wasn't hers, but rather Erza's. She was just holding it, as her Mistress rarely engaged with something as mundane as<em>payment</em>herself. Though she would doubtlessly count what remained at the end of the night.<br/><br/>"A bottle of wine and a clean goblet. Your best."<br/><br/>Returning to Erza's side, she smiled at Xilupha. "Good evening Miss Clissrys. I trust you're enjoying yourself?" Pouring Erza's wine, she inclined her head. "Should I go fetch another goblet?"