Some of us take advantage of crackplots.

[rockabye_hamlet]

Someone passing through the mansion might find a strikingly beautiful--and voluptuous--woman leaning against one of the doorways, glancing from beneath her eyelashes in a decidedly seductive fashion

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[theblondgypsy]

*is going about his merry way, when he stops and, for lack of a better word stares* Hello! I don't believe I've seen you here before.

[rockabye_hamlet]

*gives him an entirely too sulty smile* I haven't see you, either.

[theblondgypsy]

*A little more forward than he's used to, but alright!* Are you new here?

[rockabye_hamlet]

New enough. What's your name?

[theblondgypsy]

Pierre Gringoire, mademoiselle. And yours?

[rockabye_hamlet]

I don't think that's really important, do you, babe?

[theblondgypsy]

God in Heaven, you're single-minded! That makes for an interesting change.

[rockabye_hamlet]

You got a girl at home keeps leading you on?

[theblondgypsy]

I was married once, but we both remained extremely virtuous. It's a complicated story.

[rockabye_hamlet]

I'm not extremely virtuous, but then again we're not married.

[theblondgypsy]

That, mademoiselle, is true bliss.

[rockabye_hamlet]

*pouts attractively* Should I be insulted?

[theblondgypsy]

Good God, no!

[rockabye_hamlet]

Good. *--this? is a come-hither stare. it really is*

[theblondgypsy]

*does his best to oblige. Poor soul.*

[rockabye_hamlet]

*except that our King is, no matter what body, still straight, and really has no intention of doing more than talking dirty, and therefore backs up a little* So what are you doing to-night?