Flo listened to everything that Dante was saying, about being from the future and how he would have gotten here. Although she was slightly taken back by all this, she knew that such a thing could happen; she just never thought she would ever meet anyone from the future before. The only reason why she knew all about this was because of his ancestor Trianya. The Vandresto's and Lake's family have been friends for many, many years. In a way there where like a family in there self, always being seen together, laughing and enjoyed each others company. The two families had a great bond between them both and Flo was very close to Tranya.<br/><br/>Soon her thoughts drifted away from her dear friend when he mentioned about his own powers and in ways he has used them. She wouldn't lie if asked but when he said he had used if fr kinky sexual shit her mind started to race and she found another spark of interest in this young man.<span style="font-style: italic">'So what kinky stuff might this be...'</span>she said to herself as a small smirk appeared on her lips. Flo herself also had a thing for the kinky side in the sexual ways. She had always been one to be in control, to command and lead, to tie and gag her helpless lovers. Oh yes she didn't like to play nice and teasing was one of her favorite elements.<br/><br/>Finding that her mind was racing to things that she really shouldnâ€™t be thinking about she focused back to their topic. But before she knew it he was up and walking over towards the door. Flo moved her hand in a swift motion and a plant vine tired itself around the door handle keeping it in place. â€œThereâ€™s more to that Heirloom then you think. I knew your ancestor. Tranya. Tranya Vandresto.â€ She said over to him as she walked over towards him, but leaving some space between them. â€œIn fact she passed away only a few weeks ago.â€ She added as she looked down at her hands, playing with the ends of her white netted gloves.<br/><br/>Realizing that she was playing with her gloves she stopped and stud up strait, whipping away a little tear that was slowly running down her cheek. â€œI may know some things and have some books that could help finds out more about your heirloomâ€¦â€ she suggest as she kept a close eye on him. In all truths she doesnâ€™t want him to leave her house. One he would stand out from the rest of the people in the town with his looks and they he spoke on too, she herself wanted to find out more about this heirloom she has been told so much about. In all her life she would never think she would be around to see it unearthed again like her friends family had forsaken.