<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-dfw5-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/35361796_5254466324615447_133453335490461696_o.jpg?_nc_cat=107&amp;efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&amp;_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.xx&amp;oh=ed0b71f4ee12f2d595fe17967b4800e6&amp;oe=5CF6CDFB)<div align="center"><strong>Brigitte Noone Cuccioli </strong></div></div><br/>Brigitte was uncharacteristically measured. A debutante thoroughbred in a number of her previous lives, it was atypical of her to “go with the flow” in a social gathering. Indeed, the only thing keeping her from grasping the reins and steering the discussion was a slightly more pressing agenda. She hid it beneath the veil of a woman newly elevated and awe struck at the opulence of the whole affair. Her lingering stares could easily be mistaken for the naivety of a lower caste waif being thrown into the shark infested waters of high society, too taken with the beauty of the water to realize there were monsters beneath the waves.<br/><br/>But she was something of a monster herself... what she was doing inbetween demure curtsies and grateful nods was listening to the haughty pitch of Luciana Belt. After a couple minutes of study, she turned her attention to the cloakwood elves, casually burning the way they walked and the lilt of their accents into her brain before they dragged Alizeh away.<br/><br/>She was looking for more faces to study when Alana approached. “Tuesday Knight” accepted the bouquet allowing Sharell to speak for them both. This was less a matter of cold calculation on the performers part, so much as the sudden flutter in her chest. She was new to being part of a troupe, but she had already grown addicted to the praise of fans.<br/><br/>At last she found her head, the words bright and cheerful even though her lips were numb with excitement, “Thank you for your kind words! I am overwhelmed that you enjoyed the act! Between you and I, you were my favorite patron of the evening! I hope we continue to remain fond of each other... but by all means, you may take my chaperone for a drink! Valena would be very put out with me if I did not at least attempt to make the rounds and meet people! I can find some of my own mischief!”<br/><br/>Brigitte tried to graciously exit the situation, chiding herself silently that her agenda came first before indulging in her baser interests. She was quite taken with Alana, but she knew well enough that that was a tall tree to climb, sexually speaking. Especially without first getting to know the players involved. She was here for information and connections, and she intended to apply the full force of her focus to the task for AT LEAST the first hour or so...<br/><br/>Besides, while her skin was flush even through her illusion and her heart fluttering like a dove, Brigitte knew her infatuations were as frequent as they were powerful. The mercurial nature of her passion was such that she could balance at any one time as many as fourteen “one true loves” at a time. In fact, as Caldwell stole Erica away from the group, Brigitte had a brief flash of irritable jealousy before she crammed the errant thought down. She hid the moment behind a gracious curtsy to Alana, “With your permission of course, milady...”