Vivi & Reinholdt | IVORY 2PM
She had half a mind to stand him up - though it seemed as though they were of one mind in regards to Calibri, the slight insinuation that this had been her choice had left a bitter taste in her mouth. And though she could, perhaps, understand why he had thought such, she had attempted to reach out to him and had been left with nothing. Another reason to be angry, really, but she was intelligent enough to realize her anger was misdirected. Reinholdt deserved little of it; the bulk belonged to Orsinio Calibri.
Ivory was a place she went on rare occasion. Her name was endlessly mired in scandal, it would make little difference were she to be seen in the Red Light District, after all. Despite that, it was not a place she frequented; being mistaken for a prostitute was not something that sat well with her, though she had no objections to the profession.
Even though she had taken her leave from the Tavern early, she still arrived a bit late. A waitress showed her to the table, where her date awaited. "Pardon my tardiness," she said, sliding into her seat.