<div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/img-thing.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Glamorous</span></span><br/><em>Blonde Fashionista, Petite Titan</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>8<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>0<strong>PER:</strong>2<br/><br/><strong>~The League HQ~</strong><br/><br/>As Milady de Winter exited the room to make preparations for the party, Glamorous couldn't but help feel once again a stab of jealousy as the whitely-clad woman elegantly sauntered away.  If Nicole had tried something like that, she could have ended falling flat on her face as she tripped over one of the edges of the marble tiling.<em>In fact</em>, she had once tried something like that at a party long ago and the resulting chaos that ensued was never to be mentioned in the same breath once again--at least in her presence.  Needless to say, it involved a long, carpeted floor, an even longer flight of stairs, a waiter carrying a plate full of finger foods and hor d'oeuvres, another waiter with a tray of delicate, crystalline glassware full of various wines, the destruction of a silky, red evening dress from Juicy Couture and a overnight stay at the hospital for a minor concussion.  Oh, and a broken pair of Ferragamo heels which was the most hurtful thing of the whole entire escapade.<br/><br/>But Milady had none of those problems.  Instead, that subtle roll of her hips, causing those well-toned globes both to wave and the smile as they departed from view, was enough to cause Glamorous to tilt her head to let her Prada shades slip down so she would have a more unhindered view as a brief, low whistle escaped from her lips.  And although she did not believe that she had a stray sapphic bone in her body, there was the realization that Milady could easily have anyone, male or female, eating out of the palm of her hand over the course of an evening.  There was an ageless way to how she held herself.<br/><br/>There was also the matter of how the Incubus' powers were influencing the libidos of everyone in the room, which might have played a factor into that brief spike of lust, although Glamorous was unaware of that fact.  After all, it didn't take much to influence a young, fresh college grad into a few stray, experimental thoughts concerning her own sex.  It was all too easy to manipulate the minds of this generation given how indoctrinated they already were by cultural media and big business--Nicole included, being the poster child for brand names everywhere if her clothing, her look, and her tastes were any indication.<br/><br/>But even that enchanting vision couldn't quell a more pressing matter that Milady's words had brought up.  "Wait a second," her voice sounded usually serious as she looked around the conference table.  It was as if she had received from great revelation or something substantial to add to what Dr. Creel had pointed out concerning hijacking the security system.  The effect was ruined though with her next words as she looked towards the Countess like a puppy dog that had found out its owner got it a new chew toy.  "We have<em>private</em>chambers?"  She sounded both incredulous and ecstatic at the same time.  The unspoken words of 'Why didn't anyone tell<em>me</em>this?' and 'Did everyone already know this?' were left unsaid as well as the words 'When do I get mine?' as she waited eagerly for an answer.