for once, she is not amused -

[luxuryflower]

You find me in a precarious position, my dear. I am somewhat beside myself these days and yet, you are not shy of bothering me. How rude!

How very rude...

Were your enthusiasm and joy merely contagious, but you leave me with nothing but a beautiful face and the remnants of my storyline.

It's enough, yes, but it's little.



( ooc: canon is John Neumeier's Lady of the Camellias. )

Comments

[population_ctrl]

But so far, you aren't mine.

[luxuryflower]

You needn't even ask.

[population_ctrl]

Don't worry, I wouldn't.

[luxuryflower]

I believe we have an understanding, State Minister. Perhaps the greater part of you should be let in on it as well.

[population_ctrl]

You may just have me convinced.

[luxuryflower]

Where should we meet? To be... discreet.

[population_ctrl]

I'd say France is a good bet.

[luxuryflower]

Not Paris, however. I shall be too easily recognised. A country house, perhaps.

[population_ctrl]

I'll arrange it.

[luxuryflower]

And I shall leave it to you, Monsieur. It is a man's job, after all.

[population_ctrl]

Of course.