<div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/cute-blonde-emo-hairstyles-53.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/>And it seemed that the meeting had been adjourned.  At least that is what Glamorous concluded, looking around the nearly empty conference room.  She had watched the exit of the Countess, prowling like a lioness on the hunt with Dr. Creek in tow.  Once again, the contrast between Milady de Winter and the Countess was striking.  While Milady's sway had been an invitation to follow, Dione Laprade moved almost as if she expected you to literally get on your hands and knees before you glued your lips to her ass.  Though it was a very nice ass, all tightly wrapped and presented in that shiny black latex-like material.<br/><br/>"Fat chance that I'll find that room on my own," she muttered under her breath to no one in particular.  Laprade Enterprise was a monolithic building; one could get lost for days if a wrong turn was made.  And despite the Countesses' claim, Nicole was fairly certain she had been overlooked when the room assignments had been given out.  Admittedly, she was still quite the junior member to the League.<br/><br/>Though perhaps that had been the true meaning to the Countesses' words?  That Glamorous had yet to be fully inducted as a member?  Nicole still had a hard time knowing when Dione Laprade was joking.  If she ever joked.  Though she did know that left-hand compliments were given if the words 'my graceless little titan' were any indication.  And while Nicole knew she should be offended or outraged, she felt a tiny glow of satisfaction.  She had heard that any type of compliment from the CEO of Laprade Enterprise was a rare thing.<br/><br/>Of course, her musings were interrupted by the Incubus.  The way his sapphire eyes slid over her gave her goosebumps as she resisted the urge to rub her arms once again.  Suddenly, the fact that they were in the room alone together seemed to loom menancingly.  He was definitely a predator, but Nicole did not shrink back.  Instead, she stubbornly thrust her chin out; she was not going to be his prey.<br/><br/>But instead of doing anything more, he merely made a vague offer before exiting.  An offer to make more in a single night than two weeks?  Nicole found that a little hard to swallow.  What she was making at Hooters was actually pretty good.  And anything else was bound to involve something shady, which might have been a little hypocritical given what she was involved in.  A half-snort was given; she wasn't that hard up for money...yet.<br/><br/>Though it might be something to ask about later.  Asking wouldn't hurt anything, especially if the money was real.<br/><br/>Another long-suffering sigh was given as those thoughts were temporarily put aside.  First, she had to get to an ATM to withdraw money to pay her various bills.  Then, she planned to stop by the Brockman's house.  With any luck, the party would still be going on strong and Nicole would be able to forget about her problems for a few hours.<br/><br/>And then...shopping.  It had been a stressful day.  But it wasn't anything that a pair of Louis Vuitton thigh-high boots and a few other miscellaneous clothes wouldn't cure.  And so Glamorous exited, once again texting on her iPhone.<br/><br/>But not before slamming into the closed door headfirst.  "Goddammit!" she swore as she irritatedly kicked it open with one of her Jimmy Choo heels.  Unfortunately, she put in a bit more strength than intended as one of the bottom hinges groaned before breaking and falling to the floor.  With a guilty look of a two-year old who had spilled her milk all over the floor, Nicole looked sideways to her left.  And then to her right.<br/><br/>Then innocently whistling, she walked as quickly away as she could, her heels loudly clacking.  Still texting nonstop.