<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/DrakeHilton.jpg)</div>Name: Drake Hilton<br/>Time: Morning, Day 1<br/>Activity: Orientation<br/>Wearing: Black silk suit with a purple silk shirt.<br/>Tagging:<br/><br/>Drake was seated near the front of the auditorium fingers typing away on his IPhone while he waited for the other new arrivals to show up. Social networks had taken a hefty hit after the Plague, but just like any good business model it had adapted and evolved to suit the current human predicament. Currently he was typing up a responce to a Facebook post that gave an unflattering image of one of Drake's most successful creations Poseidon's Dungeon. It was the first and so far only of its kind a kinky sex dungeon with an under the sea theme to it. The beds were shaped like clam shells and the various machines dressed up to look like coral.But what really set it apart was its locale. Located on a small island off the California coast the main lobby and parking took up most of the real estate, but the dungeon itself and all of its attractions were completely submerged.<br/><br/>He glanced up when Rose walked in. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was checking her out. If the other women were as hot as the sexy red head then he was glad to have been chosen to join the community. Watching her interact with the Mayor, Drake pegged her as a secretary. He wondered if that meant she was off limits. He certainly hoped not.<br/><br/>Hearing someone else enter he turned in his seat and blinked. Another woman, this one tall and dark haired. Her pantsuit fit her body perfectly but he could tell she wasn't used to wearing it. When you were raised around people who wore nothing but Armani and Ralph Lauren you tended to notice when someone was uncomfortable in their clothes. Still she carried herself well. So far he had seen two lovely women. Maybe this was a good idea after all.<br/><br/>Then the doors opened and another woman entered. Drake let his gaze drift over her body pleased at what he was seeing. But when he got to her face he nearly fell out of his chair as he scrambled to look away. No way! That can't be her. Please don't let it be her. Drake hadn't seen Riley in years but he would recognize those eyes anywhere. How could he not when the haunted him on the nights when he went to bed alone which were far more often then he cared to admit. They chastised him and scolded him for not being honest with her. They burned his soul with the heat of her anger. He cast another glance her way and quickly looked down at the floor and began  nawing on his knuckles. It was her and she looked even hotter than she had when they had dated. If she were here that meant she was part of the community. Maybe she would give him a second chance, maybe he could finally stop having nightmares about her. Summoning his willpower he put on what he hoped was his best most charming smile and turned I. His seat to watch her enter the room.