Brooke forced the smile back onto her face. "Mrs. Ramsey. Congratulations on your newly wedded status," she said warmly. She was here, after all, to get help, which meant suppressing her baser, yet far superior, instincts. Brooke stepped further into the room. "To be perfectly honest - and believe me when I say that this is difficult to admit - I need help." She slipped into one of the chairs across from Rachel's desk, and placed her purse in the seat next to hers. "Honing my powers, making connections, that sort of thing. It seems as though everyone who is everyone goes here, and well..." Brooke's smile grew a few degrees warmer, "I think it would be good for me to be her, amongst my own." Especially if I am going to rule all of the Hellfire Clubs under my sole sovereignship one day.