<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Selima Rome<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: Selima's loft<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 12:30pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: None<br/><br/>Selima's loft is located above the Quantum Flux bar. The bar's owner owed her a few favors, not to mention having a hot chick like her around helped draw customers. Selima enjoyed her drinks and enjoyed working late into the night, often doing her best work around 3-4 o'clock in the morning. The loft was a bit of a mess, organized chaos more like, with lab equipment and clothing strewn all over. The doors had state of the art locks, thumbprint readers and DNA scanners, ensuring that few would be able to get in.<br/><br/>Selima herself had been sleeping in, one arm over her chest with the blinds drawn shut. Her clothing was tossed around her bed, even the wonders that she always had on her were on the floor. A beep on her computer woke her up, a shrill noise that Selima programmed to go off when certain news stories popped up. The nude woman jumped, rubbing her eyes and stretching.<strong>"Need to stop drinking guinness...."</strong>Selima muttered, grabbing her nanoweave trenchcoat, currently shifted to look like a pair of black panties.<br/><br/>Walking over to the computer, Selima plopped down in front of it.  She shut off the noise, still a bit groggy, and checked what it had pinged on. Her eyes went wide at what it brought up.<strong>"Oh no... not good..."</strong>Of course, it was from the Inquisitorial, but sometimes facts could be revealed in outrageous claims.