<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Brothel of Diana</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Marisol Estefania Alvarez</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://dreamangel7.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/wpid-cartoon-girl-3d-pictures-hd-wallpaper-1080x607.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Marisol had not moved from her position by the window for quite some time until she heard someone at her door. She paled some as she thought that she would have to entertain some new guest, even though Diana had said she could rest. It seemed there was gold that was too glittery for Diana to keep her word--but when Marisol turned, she only saw Edward flood the doorway. Relief and happiness flooded her, and she was thankful Diana never turned Edward away from her.<br/><br/>"Sir Edward!" Marisol greeted happily, smiling at him as she jumped up. She came over to him quickly enough, her smile fading some as she noticed the stress in his face and his unhappy frown as his eyes stayed on her lips. Her slender hands came up to cup his cheeks, her thumb gently stroking him, "Oh Sir Edward, do not frown. It does not suit you at all," she said with a pout. She hated to see him so upset, so she leaned up to kiss him--it was a soft, delicate kiss. A kiss that was almost innocent.<br/><br/>"I thought you would not come," she admitted with a soft voice, her hands moving up to brush Edward's hair back some, and then gently soothing his brow with her thumbs. She let her hands glide down some to his neck, then his shoulders. "I have missed you, my Lord..." she said in a velvety voice full of want.