<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Dione3.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">The Countess</span></span><br/><em>Buxom CEO, Master Planner</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>2<strong>INT:</strong>6<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>2<strong>PER:</strong>6<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>“Then I would say this meeting is adjourned,” The Countess said with a sinister smile. She glanced to Synapse. “If you would come with me, doctor, there is something you and I must take care of between the two of us.”<br/><br/>She turned, but not before shooting a look to Glamorous and her question, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “Yes, my graceless little titan, this lair is equipped with many personal housing units for us. I’m sure you were assigned one upon induction, but whether you lost the room number or not is entirely on you. Perhaps I would search around for it if I were you?”<br/><br/>She pitched her a smirk, then strolled to the door, one red-clawed hand resting on the sumptuous black curve of her hip as it wagged. Each line and curve was defined and highlighted by the skintight material of her legs. The pants eventually loosened at the calves and ankles, becoming more like dress slacks, but everything from the knees up may as well have been a second skin on her.<br/>