Alice offered a faint smirk and a habitual acknowledging flick of an ivory hand. Serpents of soft shadows danced about the snow of her hair and the silk porcelain look of her skin. They would give her an ominous appearance in most cases, which they did, but they complimented the snowy appearance.

"Spiders are not naturally ones for crowds, but perhaps I might make an exception, dear..." It wasn't a promise she would come for sure. She let her monotone words drift like snow through the air. This wolf had captured her interest for now, however. Maybe she would just have to reward her by making an appearance. Reaching out with a frosty hand, she adjusted the crimson haired girl's tie to its proper look, letting the other hand glide over so lightly with its cool touch teasingly down the girl's body before stepping back to establish distance between them once again. She retrieved the ticket and skimmed over it with her frosted gaze. Maybe she would come, maybe not. It all depended on how much her interest had been piqued. Looking back at the tall predator, the snowy spider gripped both edges of her dress lightly between her thumb and forefinger and raised the frilled edges as she performed an elegant curtesy. The silver bell jingled when she moved.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, miss Kumori." She had remembered the predator's name though that accounted for little. Whether it would still be in her flurrying memory or not later was entirely up to impression.

" If you were to go, there would be quite the crowd, but i assure you as a gentleman- ah gentlewoman  id make sure you'd have a place just for you."

Her tie was fixed as a silk like touch was playfully dancing past and down the body before leaving she watched as the snowy figure stood for only a moment before gently taking frills of fabric and giving an elegant curtesy. how thoughtful. Even this girl had spoken her last name in such a proper manner , such a princess. a bell's tone caught the the wolf's attention ; Making sure to put out the flame of a chuckle at the thought Haruka lowered once again to bow a hand rose out across emptiness  holding out a photo . rising she held it out. " I don't truly see you as one to be chained by another but i guess i must admit i am wrong after all your little pink flower has wrapped its thorns around you. "

The photo held a picture of Jessie starting to undress into a rather boyish outfit. " I was going to use this to my advantage but i shall give it to you instead. "

walking past the girl letting the photo flutter into cold hands if wished she stopped once they were side by side. " The pleasure was all mine Ms. Himino "











( I used haruka taking black mail photos once before so i thought it might be a thing she did... at time so that's why i added it )

The widow offered her analytic stance for a moment then a wave of an upturned hand. "A hospitable offer, miss, though I wouldn't want to be of inconvenience." Crowds were not the icy dancer's object of fondness, but she could deal with them if need be, albeit for varying amounts of time. "Besides..." She continued, a hint of a smirk hanging to her lips, "It might make all your other little flowers jealous."

Chained by another. Was that what she was? Was she held down by what one would call love? Those choice of words struck an unsavory chord in the widow's frosted web, but she showed no reaction. She wasn't chained down by it; at least, she didn't think of herself as. Granted, she had been belled but even that was not much of a confining factor to her. A picture was presented; one of Jessie; pulling the ballerina from her thoughts. What was this predator intending to use this picture for? It ebbed on the edge of assumingly ill intentions. Hmm. This wolf surely was an intriguing character. What sort of tactics did this predatory girl deploy? What were her methods for capturing her prey? The widow was slightly curious for the knowledge; she often enjoyed learning about and making work of another's tactics. Of course, an exchange would be in order. Predators rarely ever left satisfied empty-handed.

Alice acknowledged the last words with nothing but a soft vocalization of amusement. Perhaps she would attend the girl's fencing match. Yes, perhaps she would.

( Ooh, cool~ )