Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

The black-haired woman with a long braid, now known as Sara Fairbanks - a secret alias of Fiorella A. de Marco, stepped out of her luxurious Falchion-class fighter with an elegant flourish. She paused for a moment, taking in the breathtaking view of the island paradise around her - the vegetation, artfully cultivated and cut to match the local metaphors, was picturesque and luxurious. From the oak grove representing eternal spring to the tropical beach-like landscape, everything on the island seemed like it was out of an OSC's catalogue. The villas, airy and bright with large French windows, complemented the surroundings perfectly. The narrow roads and cobblestone connected all the points of interest on the island. The island was bustling with activity and the merriment was already in full swing.

Despite the early night time already, Fiorella decided to keep her mirrored glasses on and hopped down from Falchion's nose with a small leather handbag in her hand. Using her sophisticated Kishiro watch, she ordered her fighter to close the cockpit, and with quick, almost feline movements, she made her way towards the smartly dressed guard in a dark blue suit who had come to meet her as soon as her fighter landed. With a polite nod, the guard reached into his jacket pocket for a reading device and asked her.

"Have a pleasant evening ma'am, may I know your name and may I read the code for your invitation?"

Fiorella smiled amiably at him and slid her mirrored glasses down her nose so the guard could see her steely blue eyes, adorned with long, thick lashes.

"Good evening, my name is Sara Fairbanks - and, of course, you can read it from my watches, good sir."

She held out her watch towards his reader, waiting awkwardly as the scanning device read the complicated code. Only the device's quiet beep of approval allowed her to release her hand and clasp it loosely along her body. The guard nodded in agreement.

"All is well, ma'am. Enjoy your evening."

"Wait a moment, good sir - Could you show me to a private restroom where I can change out of my flight suit?"

She returned his bow with a movement of her eyes and her deeper, melodious voice. The guard was simply captivated by her, and his mind tried to find anything about her exterior that explained her supernatural, inhuman aura. He searched in vain for appropriate words to name the being before him - was it ethereal, surreal - was he day-dreaming?

"With pleasure, madam. Follow me."

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After less than an hour, the door to the private restroom unlocked with a click and out stepped a woman dressed in a long black multi-layered silk dress with gold accessories and matching high heels. The dress was artfully tailored to flatter her curves and complement her figure. It was also revealing her shoulders, upper back and both of her hands and proudly showing her of her smooth, sun-kissed skin. The upper part of her face was now partially shrouded behind a black and gold mask combining elements of an ancient Greek helmet adorned with black-gold-blue owl feathers, meant to represent the Greek goddess of war, art and wisdom - Athena herself.
Her hair was combed into a tousled and elaborate bun revealing her noble neck where the owl feathers adorning the mask blended provocatively with her black and glossy hair. Finally, her hair, dress and skin were then irregularly fitted with tiny droplets of specially bred bacteria, which gave off a cool blue light-like glow whenever they were irritated by her movements - giving her dark-colored exterior, attuned to the style of an ancient goddess, almost a mythical appearance.

Fiorella slightly smiled as she made the final checks and picked an ornate crystal glass of red gallic wine from one of the attending servants nearby. It was only now that she was ready to socialize with corrupt manhattanian elites at this lavish party, her the most favourite type of clients.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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