And almost immediately, the situation went from bad to worse, as some egotistical fop with more balls than brains tried to use the circumstances to get laid. If there was one thing that tested Susan's patience for the so called "Stronger Sex," it was men like this Duke guy. Still, it wasn't a terribly big deal. Back home at the circus, Susan had become a sort of unofficial bodyguard for the other girls in addition to her official role as Strong-Woman, keeping their pretty, naive heads safe from men like him. A little bit of flexing and he'd be off running.
Susan slowly stood up, allowing the full effect of her imposing stature unfold. She was easily the tallest of the guests. "I'm certain, Mr. Duke, that we ladies will be able to stave off boredom without your help. You know, what with the whole 'Trying to Survive' thing." She kept her tone light and pleasant but her sleeveless dress did nothing to hide the way her biceps bulged as she crossed her arms.
Message delivered, Susan decided that since she was standing already, she should take the opportunity to introduce herself as the chef suggested. Relaxing her posture, she smiled politely and bowed to the other guests. "I'm Susan Fran by the way. I'm a Strong-Woman from the Grand Canadian Circus Fair and I'm honestly not sure why I was invited to a party that has a Duke and a Millionaire in attendance."