[center][h1][color=00FF7F]Sophia[/color][/h1]
[color=FFFACD]One of the Virtues of not being puritanical about sex is not feeling embarrassed after.[/color]

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[u]Location[/u]
At the bar

Before she could respond to Willow or Clay, the fight broke out and her chance at pursing Clay to offer her services were put to a halt. She sipped her wine and watched the action unfold. It was mildly entertaining although Sophia was impressed by Willow's gallant attempt to protect her and the others at the bar. She kissed Willow on the cheek in appreciation and waved a silent goodbye to the others at the bar. Fighting rarely interested her. She turned and advanced up the staircase, taking her glass of wine with her. She paused at the entrance to Dorian's office. Green eyes lingered on the door handle as she contemplated entering and seeking his company. He seemed to be the only one at the tavern that really understood her desire for high-class social interactions. A soft sigh of defeat left her lips and she continued down the hallway and into her room. She had some calls to make and would busy herself with that for awhile. 

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The next day, Sophia woke early. She performed her daily workout routine within her room, followed by yoga to relax her tense muscles. She wondered to her closet and decided on a short little blue number that was sure to draw attention to her long longs and delicate form. After glancing at herself in the mirror, she returned to the over-flowing closet and chose a pair of silver stilettos that highlighted her dress. She thought of Willow and their promise of a girl's night, hoping she would be able to give the sweet girl some of the dresses. At this point she couldn't even close her closet doors all the way.

She entered into the hallway and descended down the stairs, careful to not look towards Dorian's office this time. She waltzed from the bottom of the stairs and entered the bar. She smiled towards others whom she recognized, then took a seat at the bar. She ordered a glass of Cristal of course along with a fresh spring mix salad, dressing on the side. 

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[i]"You want me?
I walk down the hallway
You're lucky
The bedroom's my runway."[/i]
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