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</div><b>Name:</b>Dom Nikolaev<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heteroflexible<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Moscow but currently Baymont, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday 5th July 2021 (6p-7p)<br/><b>Location:</b>Date Night<br/><b>Wearing:</b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Hans<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Hans (<a class="username" data-user-id="6928" data-username="insidioustorment" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6928/">insidioustorment</a>)<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>"I am not withering flower," Dom's eyes were still squinted a little as she studied Hans. "I will not wilt under assault or capitulate... or how you say, surrender.. No that is not right... I am saying that I will fight if I feel attacked. If you want some delicate little flower that will faun over you and take your veiled ultimatums than you should choose that pretty little french girl you spent the afternoon talking to." Her voice grew a little firmer as she spoke. "I told you that I was done with that Matt situation. Whatever my intent may or may not have been is my business and in the past. I... Do... Not... Like... Repeating myself." Every word she spoke heavily accented and firmly invoked.<br/><br/>Dom stood up from the table, looked from the ocean, up the pathway, and back to Hans again. As she considered this situation. It was disconcerting for her to be stuck here with someone that she was growing to distrust. As far as she was concerned she was here with him and she didn't see what his problem was. It made her feel unwelcome, made her feel like she was untrusted, and in turn that made her feel like she couldn't trust him now.<br/><br/>"I told you it was done. If this is not enough for you than go find someone else to verbally interrogate, I will not play games with you. You are either on my side or you are not so make a decision and be a man."<br/><br/>Weak minded fools, western men were all weak minded fools and this proved it to her. She didn't trust them to begin with and this was more evidence of it. As far as she was concerned you either had your partners back or you did not. There was no middle ground. To many times she had met men who lied, cheated, and used the women around them. How many countless times before did she have to cut these weak men from her life and here it was happening all over again.