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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 (early morning)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa | Backyard | Bedroom => Diary Room<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>)  | Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>)<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>That woman, Grace, had been sitting up in bed when Dom dropped off the breakfasts. It didn't make any difference to Dom, she went about her business as if Grace had not even been there. Dom even ignored the woman when she made comments. Clearly the whole situation had some sort of affect on Grace, it was about to all boil to the surface as she loudly put her phone down and stormed off in one direction then tore off in another like a woman on a mission.<br/><br/>Shoving a couple bites of food in her mouth and chugging the OJ , Dom leaned over and gave Hans a quick kiss.<b>"I need to do something... I'm not done playing yet."</b>She grinned at Hans and waggled her eyebrows.<br/><br/>There was times when Dom just couldn't help herself. Seeing Grace tromping off down the hallway was one of those times. Dom jumped into her sandal wedges, grabbed her OJ and drank it as she casually strolled along after Grace. Stopping in the hallway above to watch down below to see which way the woman was going. A grin split her face and she followed in pursuit.<br/><br/>The Diary Room....<br/><br/><i>This was going to be a trip!</i><br/><br/>The door was heavy to block out sound when people went inside and it's clasp was not quite shut when Dom stood in front of it. The large heavy door swinging slowly shut on it's large metal frame. Her hand went out and casually clutched the handle, keeping it from shutting, then she opened it and walked inside to find Grace.<br/><br/><b>"Privet,"</b>Dom greeted as she pulled the door closed behind her and leaned back up against it. A broad smile split her face but she let it fall slowly.<b>"This means, hello."</b>She said in a matter of fact tone while nodding a couple times.<b>"I am having the thought that you and I should be talking, da? Instead of some random soliloquy to the great void because it is about the man... Da? Matt, I mean. Yes, what I am saying, that is correct?"</b>