<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Ginny_06a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<em><strong>'Ginny'</strong></em>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Abraham Solomon, <noticing Bella>, <waiting for Annabel Montgomery><br/><hr/><br/>Appearances, to the southern lady, were everything.  This was another lesson Ginny had learned from her mother while growing up in their plantation home in Georgia.  Case in point, the young Whateley had very little interest in the wine she was drinking - it was too fruity and sweet for her to really enjoy.  Truth be told, Ginny would have preferred a harder liquor, a shot glass of the Tower's most refined whiskey for example, but...a proper lady did not drink liquor while dressed in her finest.  No, in this case, Ginny would save the heavy liquoring when she was sitting at a poker table, sporting an easy, come-hither smile, even as she showed her winning hand.<br/><br/>But first, she needed to locate Abraham Solomon and secure said table.<br/><br/>While she was scanning the crowds for him, two things stood out to her.  First, the offer of free food - and southern cuisine at that.  The latter brought an arched eyebrow from Virginia Whateley - having some local fare would be quite the treat indeed if the cook had indeed hailed from the southern states.  If the man was any good, well, Ginny might be interested in hiring a personal chef when he wasn't otherwise occupied cooking for the Babel's Tower.  Good help was hard to find.<br/><br/>The second thing to catch her eye was her competition.  The young Whateley did not miss the entrance of the dark-haired beauty with the salacious style of dress, showing quite a bit of skin with the slit in her dress; the other woman also caused quite a stir as she went by.  With a mysterious smile and an obvious mystique, she soon had a number of longing, discreet looks from the various men gathered in the main foyer.<br/><br/>Absolutely scandalous!  The other woman left Ginny fuming a bit as the corner of her Whateley green eyes sharpened to size up her rival.  Truth be told, Ginny was a touch miffed that this woman was drawing as much attention as she was.  Her dress wasn't even a proper French cut!  It simply showed the average man in Gomorra had no taste at all!!<br/><br/>Though after a period of closer observation, Ginny did relax somewhat.  It was obvious at a closer look at the this other woman was a mongrel; she could hardly compare to the fine, pure blood of the Whateleys.  No doubt she was a birthing by some whore who just happened to have a pretty face instead of a pock-marked one.  Well, the good Father did like to remind Ginny that God chose to send His rain on the righteous and unrighteous so she supposed it made sense.  She also learned the woman's name from the conversations around her, Bella Capri - apparently, an entertainer that Abraham Solomon had hired.<br/><br/>That, in turn, relaxed Ginny another degree.  In the end, no mere<em>'working girl'</em>could measure up against Virginia Mary Lou Whateley and while the blonde gambler hide her sneer, she had no doubts about what kind of work Bella was really offering.  She was absolutely certain that the back room, now discreetly tucked out of sight, would be full of Bella's patrons later tonight.  Idly, the young Whateley was tempted to pick one of the uglier men in the crowd and slip him golden eagles to have a round with Miss Bella Capri.  Another lip-curling sneer was carefully covered as Ginny slipped at her wine glass, avoiding a sour face at the wine.<br/><br/>Honestly, no taste at all.<br/><br/>Then, Ginny spotted Abraham Solomon and she once again was all smiles.  Bright, sun-filled smiles designed to charm her way into whatever she wanted to charm her way into.  With her target locked, the young Whateley gracefully swayed towards the owner of Babel's Tower.<strong>"Mistuh Solomon?"</strong>Ginny's southern accent was clearly audible even as she paused before him - waiting for him to look at her.  And when he did, she demurely dropped her gaze like a proper lady should.<strong>"Muh name's Virginia Whateley, but yuh kin jist call muh 'Ginny'."</strong>Sweeping her gaze around to take in the foyer area, she looked back to Abraham.<strong>"Ah really luv wha' yuh done with th'place; this here be like muh second 'ome."</strong><br/><br/>Now, pleasantries done, Ginny began to set up negotiations.<strong>"Ah used tah have uh table right o'er thar,"</strong>an idle gesture was given to where her old spot had been when the place was called Casino Morongo.<strong>"Me an' the old owner used tah have an understandin'."</strong>Lightly, she batted her eyelashes to try and leverage her charm.<strong>"Ah was hopin' we co'ud also hav'uh similar understandin'."</strong>And it went without saying that Ginny was willing to pay, and pay handsomely, for that understanding.