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@florianabianchi
@florianabianchi
“Uh, you got a second to spare? I kind of need to talk to you about something.”
“Of course, what is it? Shit - I didn’t screw up your laptop when I cleaned the keyboard yesterday, did I?”
5-6/∞ Rachel McAdams
“There has to be a reason that you aren’t dancing.”
“Oh, Signor Rossi, I would have been the first person on that dance floor - but unfortunately the man I’m here with has two left feet.”
“So I heard there’s going to be some kind of Cessation party coming up… Is that true?”
“Yes. Are you well enough to go?”
“An appointment to…? Get tattooed?! Well… am I allowed to run again if the place seems too scary?”
“You’re allowed to run if it seems too scary. But the owner is really nice.”
“…I should be after two, I think…?”
“Brilliant. How about an appointment for three then?”
thisisromarpg:
Hometown: Verona, Italy
Age: 32
Affiliation: Revelations as a HOUSEKEEPER & ESCORT
Faceclaim: Rachel McAdams
THE S T O R Y:
She was one of three, the middle triplet, born into a family that tried to have children for so long that by the time their wish was finally granted, they were already powered out and helplessly overwhelmed by the screaming and pooping triple joy. Fabiana was the smart one, with a flawless record of straight As and an IQ almost as high as Einstein’s was presumed to be. Fiorella was the beautiful one, a born actress just like her mother and aunt, always in the spotlight. Floriana, much to her parents dismay, found her niche in artistic gymnastics, the trophies from various competitions stacking up on her shelves, but never earning her the parental approval she longed for. Shortly after graduation, she was out of the house, the first of the siblings to leave the nest, engaged to her high school sweetheart and married not even half a year later.
Marital bliss, however, didn’t last long and ended in tears and divorce papers. The years following were spent traveling around Italy on a journey of self-discovery, complete with yoga, hippie music, weed and broken hearts. After waitressing lost its charm, a friend introduced her to an escort agency. It was a business Floriana was curious about from the beginning, not due to it being well paid, but because in her naivete she saw it as a great way to meet new people. She discovered the dark side of being an escort when one of her clients grew a little too attached. At first it was just expensive gifts and regular phone calls, then he was suddenly everywhere in her private life, showing up at all the places she frequented, even at her home. The police couldn’t catch him - he was like a shadow lurking in the corners, always there but gone without a trace the next moment.
The Revelations under the command of Amando Ricci offered her safety if she worked for them. Promised not only protection but also a second family, Floriana was quick to join a gang she believed to represent justice and peace in Rome. The woman doesn’t know what they did to the man who threatened her, but whatever it was, it seemed to have worked. She hasn’t seen him in years, although sometimes she still gets the feeling that he’s out there, watching her from afar. Perhaps it’s nothing more than a lingering fear.
THE M I N D:
Floriana wears her heart on her sleeve, getting easily attached to people and things. That, combined with her bubbly, kind and honest nature, doesn’t make her the typical escort - but it isn’t a job she was ever forced into. She enjoys flirting and making new experiences and although she can be quite naive, at times even gullible, she never lets a broken heart bring her down too much. At the brothel, she’s known as Marigold, a name she’s picked for herself. She doesn’t have nearly as many clients as most of the other girls, but there are still quite a few ones who only request her. Recently, she’s also become the housekeeper at the mansion, and it’s not a rare sight to see her singing her way through cleaning the rooms - even if she can’t sing to save her life.
CONNECTIONS:
The lines between friendship and sex are blurred between Floriana and Rowan, and sometimes the woman finds herself wondering if her feelings are still strictly platonic.
Occasionally her company is requested by Clark.
Both dislikes and is afraid of Katerina. She thinks the woman will be the end of Rome.
Good friends with May.
Often looks out for Melissa, as well as anyone else who’s recently joined the gang.
FLORIANA BIANCHI is TAKEN
“I am and always will be THE OPTIMIST. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
“You do realize you’re a handing a man whom is currently wearing a suit coat that could pay most individuals full months rent a dirty spray can?” Frowning he studied the strange object, the way dried paint was peeling off it for a moment before sighing and accepting it within his grasp. Oh it truly must be the small things that were of the greatest pleasantries to the female in front of him. “What would you like me too spray and don’t say anything that may correlate with the word peace.”
"Yes, yes, I’m aware that your suit was made by a really great, stuck-up fashion designer - and I do not care in the least. Don’t spray yourself and you’ll be fine, but hey, even if you do - you’ll probably still be fine.” It was impossible not to chuckle at the way he was eyeing the spray can as if it was harboring all the filth in the world. Shaking her head at his question, the blonde let out a dramatic sigh. “Stop asking me for instructions and just go ahead. Spray whatever you feel like spraying right now. I won’t judge, even if it’s a teddy bear.”
“It’s gorgeous, I love the Mediterranean style of it.” Irena laughed a bit, “Are you hoping to snag a lad? I think jumping into his pool in next to nothing could greatly help.” She stripped down just the same as the other. “Just jump in, don’t tease yourself and get psyched out.” Irena walked to the deep end of the pool. “Irena, and you?”
“Hope would be too strong of a word.” Floriana smiled. “Let’s just say I’m open to the idea. I’m Floriana.” Another glance was thrown at the villa that lay in complete darkness, then the blonde jumped in at the deep end.
“I’ll take it if there’s a compliment in there. I know it’s a bad habit but It helps with stress.”
“I’m not judging.”
“Right, that’s– not the best case scenario. Hmm…very, very good point to be honest. Those would be really easy to cover up. I don’t know, years of stalling maybe? I’ve waited for so long, I probably couldn’t spot the right time anymore even if it slapped me in the face.”
“Are you free next wednesday?”
florianabianchi :
“No - no, you wouldn’t. You’re just not spontaneous enough, Rowan.”
“Now you’re just mocking me Ana, I feel nearly insulted.”
Floriana laughed and picked up the red spray can that someone had abandoned on the ground. She shook it - it wasn’t quite empty yet. Taking a step toward the bridge that was already adorned by numerous artistic words and figures, she spray painted a heart on it, finishing it off with the lines characteristic of a peace symbol. A peace heart. "Alright, convince me otherwise," she said, holding the spray can out to him.
I never love to receive love in return and it’s helped me. It taught me never to expect anything in return; especially not to be loved back.
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“Hmm.. I’m not sure but definitely something small and delicate. Most likely feminine. And at a spot that’s easy to hide for professionalism’s sake, even though this is the 21st century.”
“Small and delicate is always good - unless it comes to male genitalia of course. You could go for your wrist and cover it up with big bracelets if needed, or perhaps the back of your neck? What’s holding you back?”