<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,  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 thanked Fox with a nod of her head as she took the glass of sangria from the counter. Not knowing what the other woman might like, she left the hors d’oeuvre onto the counter. They were all to die for, but she’d feel real bad bringing the shrimp mousse on a salty cracker to discover that her client was direly allergic to shellfish. With her mojito in one hand and the red glass of sangria in the other, Marisa walked confidently at the table.<br/><br/>“Hey there.” She said softly and put the glass in front of the guest and took a seat across the table. “I am Marisa, Bekamor’s manager.” She said with a warm smile, and then added “I hope you don’t mind if I join you for a moment. I like to get to know the guest and see if I can help them enjoy their stay.” Being upfront about her intentions was something Marisa thought guests might appreciate. She had figured that if the woman was waiting for someone she’d tell and Marisa would go see if she could be more useful elsewhere.<br/><br/>Marisa carefully crossed her legs and glanced toward the others who had arrived at the meet and greet. It was finally picking up, and to Marisa that meant her guests and staffs were eager to meet each other and see if connections could be made. She loved the island and what it allowed people to explore. Her gaze quickly came back to the woman in front of her, though. She didn’t want her to think that Marisa was bored with her already, or anything like that.<br/><br/></div>