<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, Alexander<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;">”I don’t think you want to leave.” Marisa said. “It can be a little intimidating in the beginning, but it is nowhere as hard as it seems.” She said encouragingly as he paused. Then she saw his body language change; the little protection that he had around himself had fallen, crumbled. She couldn’t tell what it was that got her through that shell so fast, and she wondered but when he began to talk everything became clear. He had been bullied, tricked and now that he had money, he or his friends were afraid that women might take advantage of it. Hell, she could take advantage of it, but she also came from money; her family owned the island and everything on it, so really, she’d have no gain in taking advantage of the vulnerable man sitting here with her.<br/><br/>“Okay, now I understand where you come from. Hold on.” Marisa said and she switched place from across the table to right beside him so that they could talk without him having the feeling that he was broadcasting. “This, here, isn’t high school. I admit the guys this week kinda look like they’re the football team and one of them actually is for real. Everybody, including staff, is here because this place is based off respect and mutual exploration. If a woman is to brush you off, it shouldn’t be in that humiliating, laughing-at-you manner that you might have faced in high school.” Marisa meant every word and she leaned toward him as she spoke. <br/><br/>“So you would be looking for a mentor of sorts, a woman who would bring you up to speed on things? I’m not entirely sure how it would prevent other women from going at you for your cash, but you might be a wee bit less impressed by them throwing themselves at you if you aren’t horny or sexually repressed.” Marisa said and she had no issue talking about sex, it was natural to her. All those inhibitions she had shed by the end of the first month here, really. “Do you have a fantasy, something that would get you going in moments of… solitary pleasures?” Marisa asked, both curious to hear what it would be and asking for a more professional approach, in case she knew someone with whom he would have a chance at it.<br/></div>