First there was Hera, then Athena and now Aphrodite... Whom will Paris choose?
Felicia Hardy was in town for business. But she had no qualms about mixing pleasure and when Mr. Fisk had told her to make arrangements for herself, she decided that she was indeed going to stay at the Stark Hotel and Casino. Fisk could afford it and the weekend would be relaxing outside of the one meeting she had to get to the morning before her departure.
She checked in at the desk and the bell hop was more than happy to lead her to her room, well laden bags in tow. They were filled half with clothing and half with the spoils of a looted New Orleans. So many jewelry stores left abandoned, their diamonds and pearls loney, waiting for her to take them and give them a lovely home. And between her avoidance of the zombies and taking video's, she had a wonderful time liberating the finest 'friends' money could buy.
A private jet owned by Fisk industries kept her from having to explain herself at airport security check points and after this weekend she wouldn't have any of the evidence on her. They were all to be transfered to a bank and then shipped discreetly to several of her safety deposit boxes in various New York banks. There was a chance Fisk would get wind of some of her collection, and she would own up to partial looting at that time if needed. But for now, she was footloose and fancy free as the saying went.
Dressed in a white string bikini that looked four sizes too small on her overabunant assests, the otherwise petite woman made her way down to the pool, passing a familiar black man with an eyepatch on her way. She smiled at him, taking time to give him a wink once she caught his eye and then proceeded to the waterfront where she lay down to lounge like porn star on display. To the delight of many a man passing by. She was already tanned, but that wasn't the point.