<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/db2ue3C.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabelle Bellucci<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pantsuit (http://imgur.com/sxmVKAX)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cash, Virgil, Open<br/><br/>Isabelle had opened her briefcase and was making busy work of looking through the plans, making sure that they were all in order. Briefly she went over the carefully prepared speech in her head before assembly the papers once again and closing the leather case with a sharp snap. Looking back up, Isabelle took notice of the Mayor as well as the beautiful red head beside him. Though Isabelle liked to play both sides of the table, she knew that the main reason that she was there was to procreate. As more people began to file into the room, Isabelle couldn't help but look around at them all. They were definitely cut from a different set of cloth, so to speak, not one person who stepped into the room would even come close to being called 'unattractive'.<br/><br/>Soft caramel eyes widened as a woman came into the room in the buff. Giving a little cough  Isabelle did the only thing that she could, stood up and swiftly walked over to the refreshment table that the Mayor had pointed out a few moments before. A delicate shade of pink had dusted her high cheek bones, she knew that clothing was optional. When reading through the paperwork for the community, public nudity had been something listed that she would possibly experience.<br/><br/>Looking at the donuts, she couldn't help but frown a little, they were definitely mass produced she could tell that much. "Soon, soon they'll have fresh donuts every morning." Isabelle murmured to herself before looking up at the large shadow that had fallen beside her. Looking up she blinked at the hulking figure that had stepped up to the refreshment table. "Oh." The word fell out of her red lips before she could help herself and Isabelle stepped aside. "Excuse me, I wasn't trying to take up the entire table." Isabelle assured him, he looked like a younger man though from his height it was hard to tell. With her heels on Isabelle was an easy 6'1 the man in front of her was still taller though. Stirring cream and sugar into what was probably going to be a low cost coffee, Isabelle turned to listen to the speech the Midwife was giving, finding herself following the line of the woman's curves.<br/><br/>When the Mayor stepped up, giving his own speech, Isabelle's eyes widened watching as the man stripped. She had definitely joined an interesting community, that much was plain. Her eyes shot to the man who had offered his farm land up for a meet and greet so to speak. Bringing the foam cup of coffee up to her lips she took a sip of the hot liquid, winced, and settled for wrapping her hands around it, her briefcase forgotten by her foot.<br/><br/>"I can provide a wide array of food," Isabelle surprised herself when she spoke up. The slightest hint of an Italian accent sinking into her words, passed down from being around her Italian grandparents for her entire life. Though it was obvious that she had learned English from a young age. ", that is, if you've got a kitchen that I can cook in. I don't think that I'd be able to cook enough food for everyone and cart it all over by myself."