<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Ginny_03a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<em><strong>'Ginny'</strong></em>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower Entrance, then Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery; Bella (if present); OPEN<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Like everyone else, Ginny had noticed Miss Bella Capri's entry as the talk around the bar momentarily died.  She was tempted to keep up the conversation, but she also stopped once she got a good look at the woman.  The so-called "<em><strong>singer</strong></em>" was<em>scandalously</em>dressed, even by Ginny's standards, as the blonde Whateley paused to take a sip of her dark beer.  No doubt the whore had spent the night spreading her legs for each and every man that had flashed a silver dollar at her - Ginny could not and would not believe anything else.  It was obvious that someone of mixed blood like Bella was only good for one thing and that one thing involved putting her face down and her yellow ass up in the air.  In time, Ginny was sure there'd be place for her at the opium den that was run by Mr. Lee - the Den of Eastern Delights.  Ginny would make sure to send plenty of customers Miss Capri's way during that time.<br/><br/>Apparently, Miss Capri was bold indeed if she dared walk around in nothing but her robe that didn't do much to dissuade from the generous curves.  That or a fool of a girl asking for raping.  A silent snort was given by Ginny; she surely wouldn't shed any tears for the dark-haired beauty when such a fate befall her - even if the thought of rape made her feel a little uncomfortable inside.<br/><br/>The whole time Bella gracefully descended the staircase, those bright green Whateley eyes followed every gentle sway of the dark-haired beauty's hips - but not with lust like all the others gathered.  No, Ginny's look was a sizing, weighing one - the type wild dogs gave one another when silently trying to determine who would be leader when the dust settled.  Finally, the blonde undid another button to her blouse to reveal a bit more of a pale cleavage to the men gathered around her as that artful, little maneuver brought their attention as she resisted the urge to smirk.  Honestly, people - and men in general, were typically so easy...<br/><br/>After letting Avery make the initial introductions, to which Ginny thought the Englishman was laying on his flattery a bit thick, she also decided to make her move.  Casually, the blonde Whateley sidled up alongside where both Avery and Miss Bella Capri were sitting but made sure that she wasn't very obvious - taking her time to let them make small talk first.  Cleverly, she allowed the crowd to drift over there - letting the fringes draw her out more and more in that direction as various miners and patrons of the Babel's Tower also stopped by to compliment Miss Capri on her fine performance the night before.<br/><br/>Then, she pretended to<em><strong>'jostle' </strong></em>Avery though she did dig her elbow a little harder than she intended.<strong>"Oh! Ah uh-pologize!  Din't see yew thar!"</strong>Ginny's apology sounded somewhat sincere as she offered her sweetest smile to the detective.  Then, those bright green eyes zeroed in on the dark-haired beauty.<strong> "Ah dun believ' we've met befor'..."</strong>That sweet smile turned saucy as Ginny offered a hand - but made it so the other woman could only offer hers from the bottom.  As per the classic southern custom - Ginny was making it clear which of them would be in charge.<strong>"Ah'm Virginia Mary Lou Whateley, but yew kin jist call muh '<em>Ginny</em>'.  Ah heard yur performance last nite.  Yur pretty gud."</strong>Her words were a type of classic, lukewarm, faintly damning praise that was like a round of forced applause given because everyone else around you also shouting and whistling on the top of their lungs.<br/><br/>Ginny, of course, wasn't here to make friends.  No, her friend was Annie and this here was a rival to Annie.  But at the same time, there was no reason to let the other woman know that.  At least not openly - the little barbs would be more than enough.  For now.