<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Iolanda.jpg)</div><strong>Iolanda Tailor</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Drama 1<br/>Dramatic Wounds 0</div></div><br/>‘Precious’ carefully folded the note and slipped it into her bodice.  Then she pressed close against ‘Leon’, tangling her hands in ‘his’ hair, and kissed him with ministering passion.<br/><br/>“You did perfectly my lord,” she whispered tenderly, her lips grazing the other girl’s earlobe.  “Come home with me.  We’ll come back tomorrow and speak to the other bartender.”<br/><br/>If asked again about the note, she would simply press one kid gloved finger against her lips, then take ‘his’ hand and lead him back to the courtesans' quarter.<br/><br/>Back at her home and work place, Isabella lead ‘Marco’ down to her private chambers in the basement.  She lit a few soft candles, then turned back to Marco and removed her mask.  “Come to me, my beloved, it is time for us to take off of our masks.<br/><br/>She lead ‘Marco’ to stand in front of the mirror.  Standing behind him, over his shoulder, she removed his hat and sat it aside, then undid his ponytail to let ‘his’ hair spill free.<br/><br/>With deft hands, the courtesan removed the swordsman’s jacket, then unlaced his shirt.  Inch by inch, she stripped ‘Marco’ away.  Unwinding the bindings around ‘Marco’s’ chest, inch by inch, she let Rachelle free.<br/>