<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, Spoken to Fox and Simon,  noticing Jessica<br/><strong>Where:</strong>At the bar<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;">Marisa smiled and looked at herself. The black dress was small. Any smaller and it would be showing something more rather than hinting and she liked to keep a bit of a mystery to her. It was one of the reasons why she liked Fox’s outfit; it was incredibly sexy, but not flaunting everything. Give the man the wish to discover what’s underneath… and being dressed this way tended to put newcomers more at ease than being greeted naked ever would.<br/><br/>“Yours isn’t bad either, hun. We should do Yoga together on the beach one of these morning.” She replied to the compliment with a wink. Marisa was pretty secure, when it came to self-image and she just didn’t care if someone was more gorgeous than her or less. She had long ago realized that one man’s treasure was another man’s trash… or was it the other way around? Anyway, men had different tastes for different types of women and that realization made her forget about being jealous, envious, or competitive.<br/><br/>“I am Marisa Milano. You’re just early. Welcome to Bekamor.” She said, offering her hand. “As for having Fox and I together with you… It might take you more than a compliment and a not-so-subtle invite.” She added, after all not all women were bisexual, or even interested in men. She was interested into trying everything at least once, even those who didn’t conform to the more conventional genders. Marisa had been there since the beginning, she had heard just about every possible pickup line said to her or overheard as they were used onto someone else. “You are the NFL player. It’s nice to meet you face to face.”<br/><br/>When the door opened again, Marisa noticed who entered and how she behaved. It was another new face and not a returning customer. “Fox, would you give me a glass of the Sangria we’ve prepared for the guest. I’ll go and greet someone, see if I can be of any help.” After over fifty of those meet and greets, which happened every Saturday, Marisa had come to learn about some patterns of behavior and that one screamed a feeling of being out of place to her, but she could be wrong… and being proved wrong was something that wouldn’t offend her in that case.<br/></div>