Jane Bennet

Jane had known that it was time, far past any time really, and had found herself a little black dress that barely covered her legs and very much revealed her breasts and she tugged on a sleek and short bathrobe atop as she wandered, barefoot, in the direction of Stuart's tent. Her strides held purpose and she knew she wanted one thing and one thing alone, that thing which she had been saving up for someone; Him.

Wandering closer to the tent, she waited in the clearing, the night cool and brisk about her as the cover of darkness made seem almost a shadow in the night. She called out his name in a sing-song voice. "Stuart," she sang out, her voice low and playful. "Come out, come out, whereever you are."