<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Johnny (Norse) | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>Laying back and looking up at the roof, Elsa laughed at Johnny's words. She had no idea how she was going to be able to take any of these guys seriously. In her head she was remembering a philosophy lecture on the definitions of truth versus lying and how defining truth falls prey to the very question of - is it true. There was some investigators technique for deductive truth seeking when two people were in a room and both telling stories but one story was slightly different than the other. Her head just couldn't wrap around the memory of how to get at that. So she was defaulting to the old axiom that actions speak louder than words.  This shit was hurting her head already. Not fair, she was a blond, she preferred weights and contests at least those hurt the old thinker a lot less and the decisions were clear.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh the lines. You are so luck you are pretty."</strong>She grinned at Johnny.<strong>"If we met at a club do you think i'd be the type of girl you'd go for? Like would you fancy me enough to be with me. Where would I be on  your scale of one to ten with a ten being the most perfect bird you could meet on a night out?... I'm going to be honest. I'd put you at a solid eight. But I don't know if that's a good thing because I am terrible at picking men. Eight is a high score from me, I'm hard at grades. But every time I think I have a good one, I wake up to an empty bed. My last relationship was the shitter. He mugged me, I've never been such a mug before. But I pied the fucker off by not even telling him I was coming on this show. So if he's watching the show tonight then he just found out."</strong>Her tongue darted out like a sassy little missy. A gesture not really meant for Johnny, more for the camera, but she gave Johnny a playful wink anyways since she was having the conversation with him.<strong>"How'd you end things with your last ex and when?"</strong>