<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parisa Shah | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Meh...</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>"Oh. My. God. Is that you, Francesca? You look like a goddess!"</em><br/><br/>In the world of attempted anonymity that surrounded her, this might have been a no-no. However, for anyone that knew Francesca enough to be calling out her name in greeting in the first place, they'd know she didn't care. No, she'd not be putting up a vlog about "that one time at a sexy masquerade..." but neither was there even an ounce of shame over the way she chose to spend her free time. So when she heard her name and turned with mild surprise to find the source, it was easy to let the smile come when she spotted none other than Parisa Shah coming her way.<br/><br/>"Well hello hello, gorgeous," she said with emphasis, doing nothing to hide the appreciative and playful scan of her gaze over delicious curves. No way she'd ever forget the woman who'd essentially taught her how to properly highlight her <em>assets</em>.<br/><br/>"That was the general idea, of course," she confessed in reply to the Parisa's compliment as she moved to close the space between them and hug the other woman. None of that fake bs either, but rather a genuine hug that she couldn't deny enjoying despite its brevity. A light kiss was dropped on the brunette's cheek before Francesca pulled back, her green eyes gleaming through her white and gold mask. "But look at you! You are working the hell out of that dress. Still as stunning as ever." She gushed before sipping at her champagne. She might have been young back when they'd first met but it was clear that Francesca was no longer a mere girl. The thoughts running through her head certainly didn't belong to one.<br/><br/>"Okay, so how long has it been? What have you been up to?!"</span>