<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Moscow, Russia<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front door of the villa<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Katie | Jon | Harlan | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rolling up in a pair of jeeps was fun. Dom was loving this weather and she eagerly stepped out of the jeep right behind some bombshell in a slinky blue sequined dress. She looked like a million bucks and introduced herself as Katie. She even had that adorable American accent to go with her blond girl next door looks. Well, the producers had told her to pack like she was going out clubbing. She probably should have listened to them.<br/><br/><strong>"Privet," </strong>Dominika greeted back in her thick Russian accent.<strong> "Dominika. Call me, Dom if you like and I am ready so let's do this."</strong><br/><br/>On ringing the doorbell  the song Maneater by Nelly Furtado started to play throughout the villa. Dom laughed as she understood the words to the song. Katie was gasping and giggling all the while protesting how unfitting the song was for her. She called out to see if anyone would answer.<br/><br/>Dom said,<strong> "You are dressed to break hearts. I am thinking that you will do very well in here. Or maybe they are wanting us to eat all the men. This would ruin my appetite I think, but perhaps if they let us we can lick some whipped cream off their bodies. This I would be good with."</strong>She gave a wide toothy grin from behind her mirrored sunglasses.<br/><br/>Someone finally came to greet them at the door, it was Jon.<br/><br/><em>“Sorry, it took a while.  I’m still getting used to the place.  I just showed up.  Can I take your bags?" His voice was distinctly American, "Hey.  I'm Jon.  This is Harlan.  Anybody want any french toast or scrambled eggs?  I just got kind of started.  I cannot get over how huge this place is.  Come on in," The large man's excitement was practically palpable like a child on Christmas morning in the body of a giant.</em><br/><br/>Dom handed out her bag to the large man like he was the bell boy. In her Russian accent she said,<strong>"Hmm... da, here is my bag. Thank you, Jon. You may call me Dom if you like."</strong>She looked both of them up and down from behind her mirrored sunglasses. They were both fine specimens of someone's DNA combinations. She walked right up beside him and tried to loop her arm through Jon's as they walked into the Villa.<strong>"Are you single, Jon? Is he?"</strong>She referenced the dark skinned man.<strong>"We are in need of finding the single men in the house. What is it that you both can tell us?"</strong>