<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br/><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff - Nadia's Bedroom<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/>Nadia almost purred as Ricardo grasped her hand and pressed back with his own mind. He was the only man in the entire world that dared to be anything other than completely subservient to her. And she loved it. She pressed his buttons as often as she could to get some sort of reaction out of him. And she was rarely disappointed.<br/><br/>However today Ricardo was much more focused on the task at hand than Nadia ever cared to be. But she let him pass. His suggestion to arm herself dripped like honey in the back of her mind, as did most suggestions coming from a member of the Royal Caste. It was, however, his explanation of the reasons why he was brandishing such weapons that made her rethink her stance. He was, as usual much to her chagrin, correct. While she didn't believe there were that many Outsiders that could thwart such an assault to their minds, she still couldn't deny the reality that there were more powerful vampires in existence.<br/><br/>Nadia turned on her heel, her red dress flowing behind her, and marched down the hall to her room, black heels clicking angrily on the hard surface. These particular doors opened for her almost immediately by her slaves. She raised a slender arm and snapped twice, signalling her changing slave (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/kajira2.jpg) to approach. This one wasn't dressed as nicely or nearly as beautiful as the others. She didn't wish to be distracted while changing.<br/><br/>She snapped orders and the slave scurried off to retrieve her outfit and weapons. She couldn't very well go into town dressed as she was. She had enough common sense, begrudgingly, to know that normal humans didn't walk about dressed in such beautiful clothing. Two slaves brought her changing mirror directly in front of her while another unzipped her current dress. She stepped out of the dress, allowing it to crumple at her feet on the floor.<br/><br/>Her changing girl returned and helped her slip on the black pants, made of the finest leather that hugged every curve of her legs and ass, and black top with its fancy black leather belt. Once these were appropriately fitted to her, she selected the weapons of choice that had been brought forward for her. She took her Browning Hi-Power 9mm (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Gun.jpg), released the clip, checked the availability of bullets, locked the clip, and tucked it into the back of her pants. Quite secure as there was little room for it to move, Nadia smirked darkly. She lifted her dagger (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/dagger.jpg), the blade already sheathed, and took a moment to admire the feel of its hilt and weight in her hand. Her smirk became a dark grin as she strapped it to her side, not denying its existence with a coat the way her brother had.<br/><br/>With a last look in the mirror, and a moment to smooth her hair, she turned on a black leather booted heel and strolled toward the door. She'd taken her time, making her brother wait, and that pleased her. When she reached the front doors of their castle and the night was opened for her, she took a deep breath, breathing in deeply of the evening. A soft smile touched her lips as the night always soothed her. That was until she saw her brother's choice of vehicle.<br/><br/>Nadia's look turned sour and she stomped her foot like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Really, Ricardo? That doesn't even marginally match my outfit. You couldn't have picked the Mercedes or the Jaguar?" She strode toward the car and got in, without even an acknowledgement of the slave holding the door for her.