Looking over at the guy on the bench with her, Chessa couldn't help but smirk. "It's colder than Frosty's balls outside, but what more can you expect from a tiny island in the northern pacific ocean at Christmas time? Now, Tahiti? I could do with Tahiti right about now."
She turned to face him a little more, parts of her brand showing in the angle she was sitting at. "Francesca Rollins, owned by Thanatos I-Can't-Pronounce-His-Last-Name. Ancient ass Vampire that takes delight in torturing his slaves as you can tell by the clothes he allows me to wear and only when out in public. And you are?"