Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She swiveled her head towards the oncoming guard and silently acquiesced to his invitation to meet the host of this social affair. However, there was a prolonged pause of several seconds before she made her way to the guard, as if sizing up and scrutinizing his demeanor and patience. It was a game, one that she relished playing - amplified by the crystal glass of crimson red wine she still clasped in her hand.

"At your leisure."

She finally said to the guard, ending her waiting game with a simple phrase. He breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to be able to pick up his pace once again, but Fiorella remained unhurried, as if time were a luxury she could afford to spend as she pleased. Only after several long seconds did she begin to make her way over to the guard, her movements slow and deliberate. She moved at her own pace, as if the entire universe revolved around her and her whims. It was a power move, one that made it clear who was truly in control. The guard tried to keep up, eager to arrive at the host's parlor as quickly as possible, yet Fiorella's measured steps forced him to slow down, making him feel almost clumsy in comparison. As they walked, Fiorella cast a quick glance at the art that adorned the walls. They caught her eye, but not enough to stop her from her purpose.

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"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, gentlemen, but Sara Fairbanks is here as you requested. I'll leave you three alone."

The guard respectfully introduced Fiorella de Marco cloaked in her false identity, before excusing himself from the room. Fiorella, adorned in a variation of the goddess Athena, executed a graceful curtsy, holding up her dress with only her right hand while clutching her wine glass in the other. Raising her gaze from the ground, she cast a shrewd look at the two gentlemen with her steely blue eyes flashing behind her mask.

"Good evening, gentlemen. As your guard introduced me - I am Sara Fairbanks. However, you may also know me as Dawn Mayflower - which is an artistic name I used during my well received performance at St. Andre's. I am very pleased to meet you."

With graceful poise, Fiorella introduced herself at length, her words rolling off her tongue with practiced ease. She smiled politely, but her eyes remained sharp, taking in every detail of the room and the men before her. As she spoke, the scent of Shalimar filled the air - complementing her costume, colors, and her own unique style of body language. It was as if her presence alone had the power to engulf the entire room, leaving no doubt as to who held the upper hand. With a subtle pause, she passed the turn to the two men, confident in her ability to command their attention.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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