<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/>Yolande bit her tongue as the girl offered help. Of course she didn't need any. What on earth could this stuttering mess do for her. Then she started listing off a handful of things. It seemed like bribery, but it was surprisingly tempting. She listened, for once actually seeming like she was bothering to pay attention. Her response was rude, in that it ignored that anything here could be at her expected tier of luxury, but at least asking a question and not outright insulting.<br/><br/><strong>"What about my stuff, from outside. Can I get more of my things sent here? My own bed, towels, bathroom things."</strong><br/><br/>Yolande was aloof and rude, but she was very far from stupid. If someone had something useful to offer her she would cut the insulting aspects of her personality. She gave an admittedly false but still very pretty smile.<br/><br/><strong>"I would definitely appreciate that."</strong><br/><br/>Yolande made no real attempt to cover herself. She wasn't trying to seduce the hall monitor, she just didn't care who saw her body. She was very fit, healthy and undeniably attractive. If she made anyone else attracted to her, or jealous of her, that was their problem. Her wet hair was sticking down a little bit and she was a long way from her typically carefully put together looks, but she managed to pull off the slightly less crafted appearance respectably well. She gave another well faked smile before continuing.<br/><br/><strong>"Is there anything else you can do? I need something else, but I don't think I'm allowed it in my room."</strong><br/><br/>This time she switched on her telepathic voice, pushing her way carefully inside the other girls mind. But she didn't examine anything, instead just saying one word. It brought her shame, and she was particularly on edge as she said it. If this stranger became insulting Yolande would be quick to anger. But she needed to at least try and see what could be done. Behind closed doors she was hurt and distraught at her situation, and there was nothing else that had ever managed to calm her nerves.<br/><br/><em>"Alcohol."</em>