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Chariselle made it a point to present a certain image to those she met. Things would be different here but in her experience, men were all the same. Even if, deep down, they resented her, made internal judgements of her, she was still a pretty girl, and pretty girls often got what they wanted. Didn't someone on TikTok refer to it as "pretty privilege"? Ever since she saw that, she leaned in. It was true, being attractive often netted her various things. Salespeople didn't think twice about her as she left the store after flirting with the cashier, with stolen goods in her purse. Police officers were only too thrilled to let her off with a warning after warning after she complimented them. Hell, there were times she never had to use her gifts bestowed upon her by her mother; people just liked helping her.

This was no different, as the man took the hand she offered and kissed it. What one would consider classy and gentlemanly, she knew better. No one in their right mind in this year still did shit like this. But she rested her free hand on her chest, fingers outstretched. [color=#de9b8f]"It's so nice to see chivalry isn't dead despite how many people are going to war against it."[/color] She fluttered her lashes, tipped her head just so, and really looked.

At the mention of her mother, Chariselle blanched, but recovered. She had to get used to that; people knowing who her mother was and, by extension, what she could and could not do. It wouldn't be like New York with a sucker on every block, she would have to be careful. [color=#de9b8f]"I guess I give off that vibe. Then you know the stories of Aphrodite. Well, they're true. Perhaps we can find out later how true."[/color] The whispers were honeysuckle and rose, but not through the use of her abilities. She doubted it would work that easily anyway.

Sylas was cute in a way that a little deformed dog was still cute, just maybe not if you looked too closely. He looked like a Netflix serial killer documentary, but didn't that add to the thrill? The chase? 

Sylas walked away to grab something when she heard a voice ring out close to her. [color=c9bef3]"Oh my God, I love your outfit! You’re also [i]stunning[/i], by the way,"[/color] Chariselle eyed the body attached to the voice and enjoyed the view tremendously. The woman was an artist's sketch of what beauty could become if the right instruments were used. A face that begged attention with lips eager to speak and be spoken to. Lucious hair falling just so and a body worthy of the gods.

Damn, competition would be stiff.

[color=#de9b8f]"Oh my god, girl, same! You are so cute! Once I get settled, let's hang out!"[/color] She watched her walk away, eyes landing on the hip sway as Sylas returned with a pamphlet in tow. Right, Andy or whatever her name was had mentioned that, but she had been too distracted by the buffet of hotties on display and the lack of anyone helping her outright to pay attention. She took it gratefully and opened it up, eyeing the cabins. [color=#de9b8f]"Ah yes, my home away from home. Let's see."[/color] She pondered her choice as Sylas took her bags and got settled. 

[color=0a6d6b]"Right will take us around the field and toward the beach and waterfront cabins. Whereas, left will take us behind the arena toward the woods and more secluded cabins… And, coincidentally, my cabin."[/color] The cheeky nature of Sylas made him more attractive. He seemed like someone to know, if for no other reason than to have a warm body next to her, in and out of bed. [color=#de9b8f]"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me close. Not without its appeal."[/color] She scouted a cabin for herself. She didn't necessarily want to be on the beach or close to the entrance so she opted for something father.

There was one nestled in the trees, close to some of the others, but not close enough that she wouldn't enjoy some privacy. She pointed to it on the map, marking her choice. [color=#de9b8f]"This one. This one looks good. And it's to the left, close to yours. How fortuitous for you."[/color] She smiled and began walking in the direction of her new home, letting Sylas follow closely. [color=#de9b8f]"So, anything a new camper should know about things here? I barely heard the introductions, apart from there being a party later. But I bet you know the dirty little secrets. Give a girl an edge?"[/color] 

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