<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belladonna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lola's / Poker table<br/><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desmond, Lola<br/><strong>Dress:</strong><div class="floatright">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6b79abde832e4be4bb37b76db73786a9~mv2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Watching the play, her expression gave away nothing, despite seeing the same thing that Desmond did.   The fact that Desmond didn't call the man out on it, was a pleasant surprise.   There were far better things to do than fight at the moment.   When he folded, she smiled, and with her glass in one hand, she slid the other through his arm, her gaze sliding back to Desmond's.<br/><br/>"I would," and as they stepped away from the table to do just that, she paused, taking one of the other girls aside and whispered to her.<em>"The large man at the table that just won, is cheating.   Please do let Lola know."</em>Her words were low and fast, which only brought that Scottish accent to the fore all the more, but the girl understood her, glanced to the table, and then went off to inform Lola.   Nandy was positive that Lola wouldn't tolerate that sort of behavior in her place.  It caused arguments, arguments caused bloodshed, bloodshed caused a disruption in the flow of cash coming into the place.<br/><br/>Looking back at Desmond, she smiled up at him.   "Now, shall we?"  With her arm snuggled into his, she led him toward the stairs.  "So what brings you here?   The cards or the silver?"   Smiling up at him, because face it, there was at least a foot between them and unless she stood a couple of steps above him, there was no way they were going to stand eye to eye, she started up the stairs.<br/>