<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/c3/8d/1bc38dceeb9dc1cf1b576a187d480ed3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Snow White Waldeck</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710608#msg15710608)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A vibrant rose in the cold of December</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>This dress</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5a/97/82/5a9782b55ca1e03bcac417a88460abe8.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>Sheer white thigh high stockings, tops do disappear beneath the dress</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b1/b1/3f/b1b13feccb2ac75556b8c3ea1819416f.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>These high heeled boots, ideal for the cold months</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/db/af/71/dbaf7145bd44dea96a1d01fd6938b232.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>Her obsidian black hair styled like this with a red ribbon</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/54/a8/f9/54a8f92829169c315044eab738b42cc5.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>Her make-up done like this. Red as blood and white as snow.</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7f/97/f6/7f97f67a17c7e57b60200ad302bb8cb5.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3a/ea/fa/3aeafa55c376cdd42dc8b090eb68852d.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1st | Approximately 11:50 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tartarus Resort<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aidon Thorne, Jafar. Aidon text highlighted in<strong>red</strong>. Jafar text highlighted in<strong>orange</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Snow White looked over towards the resort’s sliding front doors, she noticed a man approaching them, dark brown hair arranged in sophisticated style with a well maintained thick beard without even a single hint of grey, his eyes were dark and intense… and staring straight at her… she knew this man mostly by reputation, he was supposed to be exceptionally good at his job, they’d met a couple times before, but always in passing around town and any verbal exchanges never lasted for more than a few minutes at a time.<br/><br/>To be honest, Jafar was quite a mystery… it seemed no one really too much about his past… heck, no one could even tell you his last name! The guy was seriously that tight lipped.<br/><br/>Those eyes those… it wasn’t often you saw a gaze with such a tangible presence… she could actually FEEL his eyes slowly skimming over her, drinking her in… she wasn’t sure if she should be weirded out or flattered… it was tough to make that kind of judgment call about such a mysterious guy.<br/><br/><strong>"Ms. Waldeck. A pleasure to see you, as always." <br/></strong><br/>As Jafar extended his hand for hers, the good manners of a high born young lady her father raised her to have forbade her from showing good etiquette in public… she gingerly placed her delicate hand into his larger palm “The pleasure is mine, Jafar. I pray the day has found you well”<br/><br/><strong>"Mr. Thorne. Forgive me, I had no idea you would be entertaining such delightful company this afternoon. Perhaps when you are more available we could discuss business." <br/></strong><br/><strong>"Mr. Jafar."</strong><br/><br/>To be perfectly honest, Snow White could without a doubt say that absolutely nobody could have predicted the days events when they got up this morning, but here they were…<br/><br/><strong>"Ensure you get with my Resort Manager William, he'll see to it that when my hands are free that we can talk business."<br/></strong><br/>He had a very charming smile though… but then again, it was said by many a wise man that great charisma could be the greatest way to disguise what wise men also called ‘a snake in the grass’...<br/><br/>So… what was Jafar? Charismatic and charming? Or a snake? The curious part of her couldn’t help but think about it and wonder.<br/><br/><strong>"It seems you have your hands full at the moment."<br/></strong><br/>Now that made Snow White lifted one elegantly shaped brow in question… now just what exactly was that supposed to imply… nothing inappropriate she would hope.<br/><br/>She was him with those curious sky blue eyes as Jafar gracefully brushed past the pair and made his way into the elevator… as the doors closed, Snow White felt the strangest sensation of foreboding creep over her… what was that all about? How odd.<br/><br/><strong>"So Ms. Waldeck, you must have been very close to arrive as quickly as you did to aid Mrs. Myles. You live or work around here?" <br/></strong><br/>“Please, you may call me Snow White… or Snow if you would like, I don’t mind” Snow White replied with a lovely smile as Aidon guided her towards another elevator, the doors shutting softly and up they went… but if Snow White was being truthful, the elevator ride was so smooth that she could scarcely tell it was moving at all “And yes, my salon isn’t too far away from here, not exactly a hop and a skip, but quite close. When Loraina called, I had to drop everything and rush right over… I would do anything for Loraina Myles, after everything she has done for me… but anyway, that Jafar guy, I’m curious, you don’t happen to know any of the more personal details about that guy, do you? Majority of people I’ve ever heard his name from, they don’t really know a whole lot about him beyond his work reputation”<br/><br/>The elevator gave a soft ping soft before the doors silently slid open, to reveal the elegant and posh restaurant entrance… and the smells she caught, delightful!<br/>