<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;">”This is just red wine and juice, hon.” She said with a small smile. She had the feeling that if he would give in and embrace the spirit of the island, his friends would find him a changed man when he would go back home. All this dodging and blushing, it was like he had gone straight from highschool into a basement and stayed there ever since. Marisa wanted to help him. She wanted to help everyone, all the time, but she wanted to help him personally. She was on the opposite end of the spectrum from him. School had been a breeze, she had been among the popular ones, and then spending a year here since the opening, she had lost all inhibition and even enjoyed a bit of display herself.<br/><br/>“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll tell you one of mine after, if you’d like.” She said, simply trying to put him at ease. She didn’t want him to feel like he was on a shrink’s couch. She listened to him and a smile played on his lips. “You might be pleased that it happened here tonight, in a fashion.” She said and leaned further toward him just to speak more privately to him. If he looked down, he’d have a pretty good view of her cleavage. “See that tall guy over there? He’s a NFL player. Came in here like he owned the place and bluntly offered Fox - the bartender - and I a threesome, which we both declined. Yet I’m here, sitting with you, talking with you and considering leaving this meet and greet with you soon for a more hands on approach. Quite literally hands on, too.” <br/><br/>Marisa was pretty sure that the implication might have him take on a whole new shade of red, but she was quite fine with it. She leaned back and away from him so that he could breathe. She wanted to let her offer sink in, see if he was favorable to it or not. She was confident enough to make the offer and expect rejection without her self-esteem taking a hit. She knew that not everyone liked her body type, not everyone found her beautiful or even pretty. It was just a matter of desire. She resisted putting a hand to the crotch of his pants thinking that the shock it would cause him might end up in a reaction opposite to what she wanted to achieve.<br/></div>