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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 (Evening - after date)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Hans<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Claire (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>) | Victor (<a class="username" data-user-id="5510" data-username="TopNotch" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5510/">TopNotch</a>)<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Laying on that bed alone, tossing the ball of socks up into the air and just barely touching the ceiling had become meditative. In her head she cleared her thoughts by reciting four fundamental philosophical views on the nature of mathematics; logicism, intuitionism, formalism, and platonism... along with the arguments for them all. She was hardly through the second chapter of logicism when Claire came in.<br/><br/><i>Claire sat her bag down and walked closer, offering her a smile "Mind if I join you for a chat?" She offered and sat down next to her without waiting for an answer "How are you doing?"</i><br/><br/>Dom sat up, crossing her legs and folding them underneath as she looked at the petite french woman now perched on the bed her.<br/><br/>Dom said to Claire, "Privet. Mne bylo luchshe... This is Hello and I have been better." She nodded. "I saw  you speaking earlier with Hans. It seems you have turned his head." The Russian accent thick on each word. "Since  your conversation with him he is now a different man. If you come seeking my approval for the chase, it is not needed. I dumped him." Dom nodded yes. "But you are very pretty, like delicate princess. I am thinking you do not need my approval for anything. The men will come to you unbidden. If it were not for island rules, I would seek your attention as well." She waved her hand dismissively then fell back on the bed. "You don't need to hear my woes. Why have you come to me?"<br/><br/>Victor passed by at this time, breaking the moment... He greeted them with a french phrase. Dom smirked a little.<br/><br/><br/><i>(( will acknowledge Victor's passing by a 2nd time in the next post  ))</i>