Rosaria

Milling about in her own space, being almost worshiped for even the smallest smile or slightest giggle. It would be clear through a slip of a strap or a slight lift of her skirt that she had quite the number on a mental leash. It was no surprise how easy it was when one knew how to abuse how hot she was, and use such attraction as a form of bait. Like a gaggle of drooling monkey's dancing around the worlds largest banana, she is bought drinks and fawned over from afar and every honeyed word leads more to become trapped in that web. Taking her pick of a few of the many that had made offers, Ros

As the kid regurgitated all manner of examples and reasons toward Rosaria of why she was 'doing it wrong' like he was some sort of expert, completely unaware of her motives and the reasons why things were the way they were. When she acted drunk but clearly wasn't, some were observant enough to realize she was faking. But unlike Kodo who didn't swing the way she was pitching they would take such an action as an invitation to play along. What was pretending to be drunk and falling in someone's lap but an elegant invite to push forward and break the ice? The kid was far too young to understand th

The woman claimed a seat in a warmly lit tavern, with all manner of players wandering to and from. A small commotion can be overheard happening in the floor below, but as was a standard for places that served alcohol. The red head twists and crosses her arms, stealing a smile toward eyes that glance at her. A mix of muddied emotion and booze making such a dive a place ripe for the picking, allowing her beauty to do most of the leg work from afar. Any man or woman foolish enough to approach her directly would be ensnared entirely of their own volition, a breaking of the ice that would lead to a

The town of beginnings was so filled to the brim with all manner of faces. Like low hanging fruit dangling from a tree, ready for picking. A rather chipper smile, adjusting the thigh high tights that held snuggly to her peach colored skin. A façade adorned as she'd begin to trail down the streets, like a high level player showing interest in the lowers, she'd peel quite the attention from her peers. The honey pot that was the quest board was her obvious goal, and after she reaches it she listens in to others as they discuss and size up what they would undergo. "Do you mind if I tag along?" The

Sitting comfortably in a cushioned chair, it was made of oak with red padding covering the seat part and the back with three pointed edges circling into itself but not quite touching at the top. An empty plate on the table beside her, she was using something small plastic and sharp to pick the remaining food from her teeth. They had to look absolutely perfect right? A man runs up to her chair in almost a panic, cups his mouth with a hand to the woman's ear. Swift moving backward with his hands to his sides waiting for orders. “We can’t have that now can we. Send word that I’m leaving the compo

Profile: Username: Rosaria Real name: Rosalee Aliya Age: 24 Gender: Female Height: 5'9 Background: A girl with a modest upbringing, she was always blessed with a striking appearance even from a young age. Throughout most of her life she has been the apple of envy, praise and an object for attention. She revels in it, it fuels her. Throughout her teenage years, she had discovered that with a little bit of honey on her tongue, and the correctly batted eyelash would go far. That fact extended to both men and women, who were either excited to get to be her friend or get with