<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Iolanda.jpg)</div><strong>Iolanda Tailor<br/>"Precious"</strong><br/><br/>Iolanda smiled sweetly to the young man who finally seemed to be coming up with some information for her.  She took her time, letting his eyes have their fill.  She let herself take on a slight flush of excitement when the young man could call her friend's existence to mind.  “Thank you,” she whispered in a soft voice and brushed her lips gently over his own.  Then she turned away, flicking open her fan...<br/><br/>Just in time to note the suspicious serving man slipping out the door.<br/><br/>Thinking quickly—perhaps too quickly—Iolanda glanced at her sister.  Finding the girl highly distracted by the high class jennies, the courtesan strode quickly up to the door.  She snagged a random cloak off of the hat rack and swirled it over her shoulders. As she stepped outside, she pulled up the hood and strode with purpose after the serving man.