<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Yolande's Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Fresh out the shower, uninterested and rude.<br/><hr/><br/>Salem seemed particularly willing to help Yolande, and so she continued to give her smiles. Most were particularly false, but that was mostly irrelevant. It seemed like the other girl was briefly surprised at Yolande's willingness to accept the offer. But it was undeniably worthwhile. She had a sea of valuables that she dearly missed. Dropping any harshness from her tone she replied warmly.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you. I appreciate the offer." </strong><br/><br/>When the other girl stepped in Yolande's face changed for a brief second. Somewhere between anger and disdain. But the expression was so brief it was barely noticeable, barely seeming like more than a trick of the light. She didn't like people being in her space. But right now she couldn't particularly afford to rant at this person, and so she was stuck staying. At least she hadn't bothered to comment on Yolande's state of dress. Presumably the whole hall monitor vibe was not just an act, and the girl was about as innocent as it gets. Which was fortunate, as Yolande certainly wouldn't hold her tongue if someone tried to seduce her in her own room.<br/><br/><strong>"Can I not just phone my house? It's a long list, and it would be easier for me to communicate it." </strong><br/><br/>Frankly Yolande wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. But a lot of things. Top of the list was some expensive drinks. Ideally nice white wines and champagnes, coupled with some expensive whiskeys. And then more of her wardrobe, bathroom products, bedding. Perhaps even furniture. That would be good. Yolande walked over and sat down lazily on her bed, laying back and spreading her arms wide. It wasn't an attempt to show off, but her incredibly athletic and toned body was not very well hidden. Not that she had to work for it, it appeared to be a product of her mutation. Her wet hair and body dripped a little on the bedsheets. At least those were soft and comfortable, Charles certainly didn't seem to be a poor man. She kept her head up slightly, just enough that she could have her eyes on Salem while she waited for the girl to continue.