Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She urged her companion towards one of the groups, led by a grizzled, swaggering man in an admiral's ceremonial uniform. His uniform was clearly tailored and he must have been a very wealthy man here in Manhattan, but his militaristic-utilist hairstyle and the coarse stubble covering his cheeks suggested a much simpler beginning to his career. He himself was surrounded by a crowd of younger civilian nodders who literally devoured his every word boasting of his military accomplishments - whether they were rightfully his or not.

Fiorella and Damien walked closer to this group so that the admiral and his younger fans would notice them, patiently waiting in silence for their attention to turn to her and her mysterious companion. She conjured a polite, social smile on her mouth peeking out from beneath her mask. She remained relaxed and natural in the face of her foe, a testament to her own self-control, and her palm gripping her companion's arm was ready to smother any irritated remarks from Damien's mouth towards the Admiral with a strong grip.

"Admiral Ryan Tiberius, Colorado Fleet. I must say, I've dedicated my life to protecting beauties like you."

The Admiral turned his attention to masked Fiorella, who almost instinctively briefly held out her glass of red wine to her companion - and offered the Admiral her hand for a polite, social kiss.

"It is a pleasure, Admiral Tiberius. Although my manners dictate that I also introduce myself to you, my mask relieves me of such social obligation and I remain that mysterious stranger who should be at every social event. Nevertheless, I will give you a slight hint - I make living with my fingers and the harmonious melodies I make real with them."

She replied slowly and carefully with her melodic voice, hiding her natural hispanic accent. Admiral Tiberius laughed loudly again and took an indiscriminate look at the socially dressed and disguised Fiorella de Marco from head to toe.

"I didn't even know masseuses could take it this far, hah. What about you, my boy, what do you do and how did you pick up such a hottie?"

Admiral Tiberius turned to Damien Morreti and offered his hand in a manly introduction. At the moment, he apparently considered his dark haired companion to be nothing more than a gorgeous gold digger, and so it was he who became the main target of his attention.
Fiorella's face still did not leave her polite smile and she turned her attention to Damien as well, with the tightening grip of her hand around his arm.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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