Her kind and naive demeanor is one of the many things that contribute to her incredible allure. She is not as wealthy or exotically attractive as Sofia, but she has a far more free-spirited personality than anybody else. I immediately process it, and based only on the manner that she is staring at me, I am able to discern what it is.

Champagne in color with thick lashes, they give the impression that she is a bit apprehensive but ready to confront a challenge despite their look. This is conveyed by the fact that they give her eyes a champagne hue. As I take a step back, I find that I am able to take in more information. She is tall yet has the right amount of curves, and she wears a plain black dress that isn't that enticing, but with her shape, it doesn't need to be. She has the perfect amount of curves. The crowning touch is the caramel-colored hair, which rounds off the whole appearance. Her eyes are the characteristic that first draws your attention to her, but this is a close second. Even though it was long and disheveled, as if she had just come from a walk along a windswept beach, I know that this is how she really wore her hair since she always did it like this. She has exceptionally long bangs that drape over the right side of her face and are parted on the side of her head. Her hair is parted on the side. It has a look that's evocative of Veronica Lake, which is a good thing.

"Mr. Noah," she calls out to him while jutting her chin out in a confident way, despite the fact that I can see she is experiencing some kind of anxiety. Those eyes... they may convey a great deal of emotion. "I was really hoping that we could have a quick chat regarding..."
There is no doubt in my mind that I would have enjoyed the chance to go for a drive with this woman if only she had come before Sofia. If only she had arrived before Sofia! She is a knockout with legs that go on for miles, an ass that was made to be slapped, and a husky, raspy voice that sounds like she has been shrieking in delight for days on end. Her legs go on for miles. Her ass was made to be slapped. Her legs seem to stretch on forever. Her derriere was singled out for a smacking.

However, I am sorry to say that I am unable to discuss right now due to another engagement that I have.
My reaction to her is, "I'm sorry... but I've just made plans with this great lady," and as I say this, I point my head in the direction of the other person. "However, is it possible that after?"
The anxious woman clenches her fists, diverts her attention for a moment to the elevator, and then turns it back to me. Sofia interrupted her train of thought just as she was ready to respond by suggesting, "Or... you may join us." To put it more simply, Aiden is a huge fan of some good old-fashioned lady fights.

The gorgeous woman's eyes widened in shock as she realized what had just happened.
Before she turns her attention to me, she stutters to Sofia, "Um... no thank you." "I am sorry to have rudely interrupted you. Please excuse the excessive rudeness of this, but I really need you to listen to what I have to say. Please help me out with a favor if you can.
I respond to her in all candor, and while doing so, I tighten my grip on Sofia's elbow and tell her, "I don't do favors." When I initially realized that this woman would not be sleeping in my bed, my first emotion was one of disappointment. I was hoping that she would. If it turns out that she is attempting to defraud someone, she will be asked to leave this location much sooner rather than later. The speaker asked the audience to "Now, if you'll forgive us."

She blurts out, "My name is Mia Tyler," as we continue to approach her and brush by her as we get closer to her. My brother's name is Michael Tyler, and his name is Michael Tyler.

The shock of hearing that name briefly renders me unable to move, and then it causes rage to boil up inside me. I am made temporarily unable of moving as a result. I gently turn my head to look at her, and as I do so, I realize that I am unable to prevent the dangerous tone in my voice from escaping as I question, "Why are you here?"
She makes a move that implies she is concerned by taking a small step backward, but I can't help but scowl at her because of the bond she has with her famous cousin. She makes a gesture that says she is suspicious by taking a little step backward.

Mia takes a deep breath, but the fact that it is shaky as it exits her body is evidence to me that her level of self-assurance has substantially declined. " Michael suggested that I seek aid from you because he is certain that I can rely on you to help me in this difficult situation. He asserts that you are in some manner obligated to him for a favor. The fact that he wants to make money off of it by assisting me is a clear indication that he plans to pursue this course of action. Please… I just gave up the $500 in order to come in and see you, which was money that wasn't necessary and that I would have chosen to put away instead. If you could spare me just five minutes of your attention, that would be much appreciated.

My mouth forms the word "Christ" as I disengage from Sofia's arm and run my fingers through my jet-black hair. I give the woman an angry expression in the aim of intimidating her into leaving without putting up any more opposition. I'll even go so far as to reimburse the money that she spent for the ticket to the event. Even though I have absolutely no interest in having anything to do with Micheal Tyler's sister, I can't help but be impressed and maybe even a little bit turned on when she looks at me with her chin up and keeps my gaze. This is despite the fact that I have absolutely no interest in having anything to do with Micheal Tyler's sister. I get such a pleasure out of seeing a women put in a lot of effort to create a self-assurance that she isn't quite sure she has just yet. It's like watching a roller coaster.

I am so frustrated with myself that I turn my focus to Sofia while also making an effort to lessen the loudness of my voice. The reason I am so frustrated with myself is because I am really a little bit interested. "Would it be possible for us to get a rain check?"
Before giving me her response, she gave me a grin and lightly touched my forearm. "Of course," she said. I go down on one knee and lower myself enough for my lips to softly brush over her cheek.
Sofia is a woman who exudes class and sophistication. Before she heads back to the bar, she gives Mia a reassuring smile and then flashes it to herself. The smile is meant to inspire Mia.

Mia and I are walking in the same direction when I suddenly call out to her, "Follow me," as I go by The Social Room. I don't even bother to look around to check whether she is able to keep up with my long strides; nonetheless, she manages to slip through the double wooden doors immediately behind me despite being just behind me. When we eventually make it out of the room, we find ourselves in a foyer that is in the form of a half-circle and is furnished with Italian marble and paneled walls, much like the chamber we came out of. From this center chamber, five distinct passageways extend out in the manner of spokes of a wheel. At the end of each of these corridors is a wooden door that has been intricately carved. There are signs dangling from the ceilings of the Waterfall Room, The Deck, The Orgy Room, and The Silo that all make a reference to the original Wicked Horse, which was situated in Wyoming. There is one of them that is designated as "Private."'