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Clarice smiled as he threw compliments her way, but surely Bryon knew that would get him absolutely no where in her little black book. In all honesty, he had come to the right person for the job, everyone would expect her to be sneaking around doing underground business, so much that no one would ever expect her as a culprit to the crimes. As he spoke her mind jumped to and from each man she had encountered that night.

Valian would certainly not be the right man for the job. In fact, she highly doubted he could ever find love nor be bribed into the riches Lord Mayfair could offer. Both Sir Fisher and MacCraigh were to noble to themselves to pull of such a task; the thought of one of them trying to seduce Mistress Mayfair was quite comical. Next was Lord Helmut, she pondered over him for quite sometime. A streak of jealousy coursed through her veins when she pictured the ladyship with him. In addition, she simply wanted him to herself. Finally was the illusionist, Maximilian. Lady Mayfair had taken quite a fancy to him and he to her, not to mention the man would be perfect for Clarice to work her ways on. She saw the way he looked at her a few times, and right then and there she had decided. Using one hand she swept a black lock of hair from Bryon's face. It was not a romantic gesture, but could easily be taken as such.

"Lord, for what you ask me to do, I will take a title nor social class rank. I do not need the help of an outsider to keep my reputation untainted, for it will never be as such. You see-" She leaned forward, the silk hem near her bust crept a small ways downward, exactly like she wanted it too, "Those things, money, class, are not what I enjoy." The words almost came off her lips like a purr. Sure, they were discussing a 'business' deal, but no one ever forbid her to have a little fun along the way. Flirting was never considered a crime. "I am sure you rightly know what I prefer."

The woman stood up, leaving Lord Bryon in his chair, and walked over to the mirror, peering at herself as she spoke to him. "As for the man you speak of needing... I have the perfect one in mind, though I am not sure he will simply fall for the plan. Luckily for you... I have certain ways of convincing-" She ran one slender finger along the strap of her dress, "-men to do what I please. In fact it is quite simple."

A devilish look glistened in her eyes. "I could go into detail, but I am afraid I must refrain Sir. Such talk from ladies is highly looked down upon." The stunning woman turned her head, letting her icy wild eyes meet his, "As for this freedom you can speak of- which freedom is important to a woman like I- the only thing I want is the freedom to do what I want, whenever I please."

Everything she had said, in someway or another, could be symbolized to sex, affairs, or both. It was exactly like she wanted it, Lord Bryon weak and Clarice having the upper hand to do things her way. Not his.