<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>One month ago<br/><em>Mariner's Gate</em>Space Station<br/>Tagging - Santiago<br/>Location -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Now I know not to choose French," Thalia said with a soft grin. She hung back at the table, thinking over Santiago's proposition while he bought them another round of drinks. She'd already made up her mind, really.<em>Double or nothing. He's taking this gamble seriously!</em>When he returned, she had a much more coy expression than she had before. All that time to think! The truth was, Thalia had very little shyness, especially when it came to matters of massage. She'd spent years training in it.<br/><br/>She rubbed her hands together, took a sample sip of drink, then set the glass down. She looked him directly in the eye as she said:<br/><br/>"Se si vuole vincere, bisogna capire cosa sto dicendo e insultarmi in cinese. Altrimenti vinco."<br/>