<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 0<br/>Dramatic Wounds 0<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QnCo-2DN13LETwn-yHM21ZOtm-kXwmCR1u3Txt2yUf0/edit</div></div><br/>Iolanda—normally an impeccable actress—found her eyes going wider and wider as their 'host' revealed his knowledge of their very secret society.  Her heart swelled with pride when her twin kept 'his'  wits and spoke so convincingly as if this were all news to 'him'.<br/><br/>Her face relaxed into composure but—rather than arch an eyebrow—the courtesan yawned deeply.  “Oh, you clever, clever man,” she groaned.  “What is it?  Vermillion tears?  Cerulean slumber?”  She yawned deeper.  “Legion's tears?  I can't even...”  Another yawn.  “Identify it.”  Then she collapsed on top of 'Leon' in a comatose slumber.