<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Jason_Peacock.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong>Signor Jiovanni Pavone, Fashion & Film Icon<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late Afternoon, Day 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Lady in Green, The Lady in White & The Damn Butler!<br/><hr/><br/>Jiovanni's interest was piqued, just a little, as a second car joined the fray. It was a nice looking auto with an equally nice looking driver behind the wheel; however, before he could even give it or her a second glance, yet another car came roaring into place and this one, well, this one demanded not only his immediate attention, but his utmost respect. This person, whomever they were, was in a class all by themselves, save Jio of course. They drove a similarly made auto as he and they arrived in a splashy manner, all glitz and glam, with a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' sort of vibe literally oozing from their very being.<br/><br/>He approved.<br/><br/>As did his manhood.<br/><br/><em>Not here, not now,</em>he inwardly scolded himself as he stood more erect to, uh, to hide the obvious stirring in his expertly tailored suit pants. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, and dropping it on the very first night, within the first few minutes of meeting his fellow guests could potentially lead to his undoing. He was a 'man's man' after all - or so he relentlessly reminded anyone who thought otherwise - and he...he -<em>Stop it!</em>- he wasn't suppose to be even remotely interested in the opposite sex beyond dressing them up in the prettiest of couture or aiming the unwavering eye of his camera at them. It was just how it was done in both of the industries he embraced. Simply put, heterosexual designers and directors often didn't make it very far in the field, at least not in a lasting way, whereas homosexual ones were often catapulted into stardom along a much faster track and openly embraced by all, seeing that they were viewed as less of a threat by women and generally ignored by the few straight men who participated in such things.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ciao,</strong>" he casually called, in an effort to play off his interest, as the stunning beauty sauntered on over and then proceeded to assault his personal space, pressing her well-crafted form against his own athletic build. He had to give her credit, she was not only an expert at skillfully walking in stilettos upon uneven gravel, but she knew exactly how to ingratiate herself without being annoying or overbearing.<br/><br/>He approved...<br/><br/>"<strong>Signor Jiovanni Pavone,</strong>" he offered as she boldly took his arm and then whispered into his ear, her delicate breath tickling his lobe as she spoke.<br/><br/>...and so did his manhood!<br/><br/>Unable to reply right away, seeing that his attention was suddenly divided between the siren at his side and the slithering snake within his slacks, he finally found his voice just as she began to call out to the third member of their party. Electing to keep his words to himself, he instead simply escorted Mrs. LeBlanc -<em>LeBlanc? LeBlanc? Why does that name sound so familiar?</em>- closer to the vehicle, so that proper introductions could continue to play out. Perhaps by the time they finished such frivolous affairs, a member of the staff would take notice and come out to aid them with their things.<br/><br/>Or not.