<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Linaposada.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Marisa Milano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10395798#msg10395798), Site manager<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open, Alexander<br/><strong>Where:</strong>In a booth<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this outfit (http://www.fatalwoman.com/images/thumbnails/305/531/detailed/7/clubwear_90048-A.jpg) with black heels<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">”Some drinks are better than others.” Marisa said, having no idea why he wasn’t drinking, but if she had known she would probably have asked for a virgin-something-or-another.  Though that might have come across as condescending. All he had to do was to say that he did not drink though and she would have brought him something else. She was not going to force alcohol down anyone’s throat for sure. Marisa waited for his reaction to her statement regarding Simon. She was still going to honor her part of the bargain and offer him her fantasy. <br/><br/>The reaction was priceless. It was as if for a moment, he believed it all too good to be true. Marisa had no reason to lie to him, and she hadn’t. Everything that she said was the honest to god truth. Sticking to the truth was the easiest and in this particular case, Simon’s earlier blunder with both the bartender and the manager had serve a purpose. Somehow, she doubted that it would give him any satisfaction to know that he might not get some with the two intended ladies, but it proved to some guy that he could have a woman that an NFL player failed to charm. <br/><br/>“Yeah,” she agreed with a bit of a wrinkle to her nose. “It does kinda suck. I am rarely alone here, but when it comes to meaningful relationships it’s kinda lacking. I’ve got friendship with many of the staff members, but no significant others.” Having a boyfriend in this place would mean two things: he wasn’t jealous or possessive, and he would be open enough to understand that while she lived on the island, she could be faithful in heart, but not in body. In exchange, she would give him the same freedom. It would require a certain amount of trust, of course, but… She had hope; she was a hopeless romantic.<br/><br/>“Now about my fantasy… I’ve played most of them but two or three that would require some special people to come to the island.” Marisa said and she bit her lower lip. The friend who had filled Alex’ profile for him had been rather open about Alex’s size. She was quite curious about him, to see if his friend had exaggerated and how it felt, being with him. She leaned toward him and said, “You know, like a virgin to live the discovery of how it feels to lose their virginity with them, or being with a guy that is really well-endowed because I’d like to know how it feels to be filled like this, or the opposite, a guy with a smaller one to see how I can make this interesting for both of us…” Marisa gave a shrug of her shoulders. “Basically, guys that aren’t the regular lot here, I guess. My main problem, you see, is that I’m not the bedroom kind of woman. It complicate things if my partner is very self-conscious.”</div>