<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Stoker.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Abraham Solomon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ginny, Open<br/><hr/>Pleased with the opening so far, Abraham continued to meander through the busy room, steering clear of the waitresses and patrons as they moved about his establishment.  His brows rose as a woman approached him, her hips gently swaying.  He may not be overly experienced in the ways of the fairer sex but anytime he'd seen a woman walk like that it meant that the lady in question wanted something from him.<br/><br/>He nodded once at the question of who he was and his brows rose at the introduction.  “It's a.... pleasure to meet you, Miss Whateley.”  He regarded her for a moment, his smile slipping.  “I'm glad you appreciate Babel's Tower.”  The fading smile returned and a hint of amusement touched his eyes.<br/><br/>His steely gray eyes studied the young woman before him as she spoke about wanting a table at Babel's Tower.  Instead of answering right away, he took a moment to consider the ramifications of having a Whateley working in his casino.  They had no need for money so he suspected that there was an ulterior motive to her desire to be located in the new hotel.  He couldn't really fault her on that as he had his own reasons for accepting.  “I think, Miss Whateley, that we can come to an arrangement that pleases us both.”  He finally agreed to her request.  He paused and slipped his hands into his trouser pockets.  “I'm afraid that all of my tables are booked for tonight but I'd be willing to have you running a table as of tomorrow.”<br/><br/>He stepped closer to Ginny and leaned in for a bit of privacy in the crowded room.  Many men had done as such in the time since she had developed into a beautiful woman.  The closeness seemed to make many think it would help them get in her good graces.  “I must say, Miss Whateley, that I cannot accept your coin as the last owner did.  If you desire to run one of my tables, you'll have to do so as an employee of Babel's Tower.  Like any employee, you'll be compensated for your labors.”