<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/C77SLCQ/Scoli01.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Friday 30th, Midday</div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marisola Jiménez Román y María de los Remedios Cipriano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15909232#msg15909232)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shady Acres<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dimitrius Maranzano<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>--<br/><br/>She spent her mornings as she usually did; waking up in a daze from her desk filled with papers and other miscellany. The magenta-haired lady's appearance was clearly exhausted and as Marisol took the idea of 'beauty sleep' literally, she nearly gasped at her mirror image. She was certain there was a new spot on her usually spotless skin.<em>"I look dead, I probably am dead, and this is just how my spirit will look like for eternity,"</em>she thought, rather grimly. But she shrugged,<em>"Dead or not... I still have business to attend to, and Mr. Maranzano will need his usual reports, of course. I can rest later."</em>She lifted her gown over her head and once she saw her nude body reflected back at her, she went off to start her usual morning routine.<br/><br/>After some time passed, Marisol had seemingly transformed. Her hair was perfectly smoothed down, and her favorite dress -- a black and dark pink ensemble, completed with cloth roses at the hem -- flowed behind her as she stepped through the corridors of her current residence. Today was going to be sunny, so she carried her parasol at her side, as well as a hefty stack of documentation, something that was meant more for Dimitrius. She took her time admiring the interior of the Acres.<br/><br/>He had interesting tastes. In both the things he owned and the company he..<em>ahem</em>entertained. Her face flushed at the thought, he was impressive even in that aspect... although, she's only heard certain moments. But her favorite part of her employer's home wasn't even built within four walls. She peeked out of the window to take a small look at his gardens. Lush and green at this time, she always believed that men who kept gardens were softer than what they openly expressed themselves as. Dimitrius was one of those men. For as much power he held, he treated her rather kindly. Marisol also had another reason why she liked his gardens. She kept plants in her room and her insectoid pets would alternate between her own childhood gardens and their insectariums throughout the seasons. Currently, she owned a chrysalis of what once was a pink and yellow colored caterpillar, she had decided to let her friend free in his gardens once they were ready.<br/><br/>But for now, business was to be had. With her posture straight and her head held high, she stepped into her boss' office.<strong>"Mr. Maranzano? Is this a good time?"</strong><br/><hr/>