Something to Talk About

Ninette was lounging on a couch, just staring at the ceiling. She had more or less made herself at home in the place, even if she hadn't really been invited to do so.

In fact she may have just been told to "Wait here" but... well that had been eons ago, and really? What did they expect? For her to stand at attention the whole time?

Nine didn't think so.

''Ah miss Fontaine. I hope you didn't have to wait too long.'' He said as he entered the room with a slight some what smile. ''Azazel Sicarius to your service. The owner of the Mafia.'' Azel gestured with his hand out the sides.

''Now now, has anyone told you why you are here?''

Ninette at least had the decency to sit up straight and fix her clothes when the man entered the room. She inclinde her head to him, however, unless he said he was taking her somewhere else, she certainly didn't see the need for her to get out of her seat. What good would that do?

"Pleasure to meet you sir," she grinned putting on her best charm that she saved for just about no one, "It is quite an impressive establishment to own, from what I've seen at least."

"They've told me things," she shrugged, "But nothings ever enough. Care to tell a girl again? Just for fun."