<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/93109bc70f87a9ebcb32f147b5a7497a/tumblr_olx2qbAXus1uop5ado1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Front Yard<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: 50's Floral Fantasy (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b8/62/3e/b8623e4a1c70310b9a5b312e551a6f41.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nathaniel Wynter | Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Gardening and greetings<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Well, yes, I suppose I can introduce you to a few of the neighbors, if you like."  She noted with a faint smirk at the way he'd phrased it, knowing quite well there were plenty of dominant men in the scene who seemed to think that manners were for other people.  She'd ceased being annoyed at the way they assumed compliance and gave commands, even to other Dom/mes, and had learned to simply say no when necessary or just agree.  Complaining was often far more trouble than it was worth, since they typically had no idea they were doing it, and if they did they didn't think it was rude.<br/><br/>As he went on, her smile grew and she clapped her hands a bit, eyes flashing with genuine pleasure.  "Oh!  Congratulations on the promotion, darling.  I realize how much of a hassle moving and trying to get settled in at a new place can be, but when it's for something like that, it's all worth it."  She slipped off her gardening gloves and tucked them into one of her back pockets, then brushed her hair back out of her eyes, glad for the protective shade of her sun hat.<br/><br/>"Mmm...Business is wonderful.  My website is booming, and I finally found a reliable, convenient way to ship my merchandise.  I swear, for a while I felt like I was sending things by carrier pigeon."  She giggled and glanced down as she went on, brushing a bit of soil off the knees of her capri pants.  "Yes, they sent me a notice.  I've not decided if I'm going, yet, or not.  I love attending and meeting the new people who come, but going alone and seeing all the others with their partners can get a bit...well, you know."  She straightened and waved a hand with a slight laugh, then sighed.<br/><br/>"Oh, but don't let me keep you from your run, darling.  We can catch up later and I'll throw an intimate fete to invite you to the neighborhood some night next week, how does that sound?"