<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<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QnCo-2DN13LETwn-yHM21ZOtm-kXwmCR1u3Txt2yUf0/edit</div></div><br/>Vaguely unnerved by the barkeeper's oily grin, the courtesan thanked him graciously.  She took her twin's arm ever so lightly.  In the dark hall, she drew a fan and a small perfume vial full of a sleeping philter from her purse.  Concealing the second behind the first, she fluttered the fan softly.<br/><br/>The raven haired girl wrapped politely on the indicated door and stood before it with her fan half covering her lips, ready to give a curtsy of greeting.