She lounged there on the rooftop terrace of her "quaint" little mansion, slender legs tucked towards her crossed at the ankles as she draped herself leisurely there across the white cushions of that modern outdoor furniture, knees lifted ever so slightly as she draped contentedly beneath the fading light of the day. One hand rests along the side of her thighs as she leans into the back of her favorite sunning spot beside the spa while the other grasps lightly at that glass of red wine propped up on the arm of that chair meant for seating two, the crackling and popping of the fire burning fiercely in the concrete fire pit among the only sounds that so danced around the fae woman as those hot flames flickered and danced in that sand and stone. She could hear the soft rippling of water from that spa stirred by a chilled winter breeze, accompanied by the gentle rustling of those impeccably groomed shrubs and grasses that thrived in their planters, cleared tended to and cares for by the two maids that resided with the platinum blonde woman. Long, silken have cascades elegantly over her right shoulder as she simply revels in the quiet of her solitude, this part of Acosta Heights being acceptably far enough away from the rest of this little city that the ever-constant roar of cars followed by the occasional honking of those drivers so inclined to display poor patience towards their slower and more cautious roadside companions was nowhere to be heard, not that she truly minded too much. Sacrosanct was almost like a little spot on that well-traveled map of the world, hardly anything wildly large or extravagant like several of the much larger and more infamous places the fae woman had resided for a time. If anything, this place was almost the equivalent of a litter village to her, hardly comparing to those ever more crowded streets of Tokyo or Sao Paulo, but it was a relatively pleasing change of pace Thus far, anyway.

Lifting that imported glass to pink lips as she takes another drink of the delicious French wine, peridot eyes gaze absent-mindedly into the depths of the fire, thinking of anything and nothing as she lingers there with little desire to do much more than enjoy herself. The fae woman hardly ever left the comforts of that extravagant mansion, surrounded by her expensive taste in decor and furnishings, money being little more than a practically unrelenting resource that had allowed for her to travel the world, purchase a few homes here and there in places that so many would only ever dream of seeing. Bora Bora, Verona, Madrid, Athens... these were but a small handful of places the fae woman had settled at one point or another in her life hardly lived to the extent that it would go. Some she'd only resided in for a short time, perhaps a couple years or so while others she had nearly made into a true home. That being said, Vitani simply refused to settle anywhere permanently. After all, she had all the money she could ever need, why stay in one place when she could go anywhere she so pleased until that day came where she might just tired of the endless traveling? With every city she migrated to, there was always a plentiful supply of... suitable male companions that she was happy to indulge in. Oh, she'd drained many a man for his wealth, even married a billionaire or two until the inevitable happened and they passed away, and what excess she found she didn't immediately desire, she would simply scatter and watch as it would grow and further expand her monetary value to a number that was almost sinful. Ah, the advantages of being a faerie. Immortality to outlast any petty human male that could serve as an ever so temporary companion just long enough to feign adoration for until she could snake her way into their will just for things to take a... turn for the worst, those riches easily being absorbed by Vitani without even the smallest inkling of remorse or guilt. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but she was so much more than an just eternally pretty face.

As she finishes the last of her wine, she decides then that she would enter into the heart of Sacrosanct, finding herself curious to see just what sort of entertainment she might be able to find beyond the walls of her perfectly sculpted home. Rising to her bare feet, she strides easily through the sliding glass doors and into the indoor bar area, placing her glass there on those black granite counters for Darci to clean when she got around to it. She makes her way down the tile and hardwood floors, walking past leather chairs and rare antiques until she reaches that large master bedroom, the fireplace alive with those warm flames kept diligently alive by the maids so as to ensure that their mistress didn't succumb to a chill. Moving into the walk-in closet large enough to be anther bedroom altogether, she shifts idly through those silk and fine clothes until she comes across one of her favored sexy black sweater dresses and plucks it easily from where it hung. Undresses from her silk white lounge wear, she dresses into that form-fitting ensemble and slips into black leather boots that come up to her calves, deciding to go with something a touch more casual yet still very much sophisticated. Satisfied, she exits the closet to find that brunette maid standing there in the doorway with hands folded neatly in front of her. Vitani regards her with those pale green eyes, blinking thick lashes painted perfectly in black mascara and eyeliner slowly at the woman."Have Fredrick bring the Lincoln Continental to the front door, if you wouldn't mind Darci dearest", Vitani says in words like the very silks she ao loved, the brunette quickly nodding wordlessly before vanishing to let the chauffeur know that the fae woman would be ready in mere moments. Being sure that she had her small black leather wallet, it is then that Vitani departs from her room and down those perfectly stained stairs, the heels of her boots clicking against the white tile a she walks down the entryway and past the door held open by a red-haired woman who also dips her head quietly before closing it behind Vitani who is greeted by the tall blonde man who moved to open that door to the limousine."The Voodoo Room please, Fredrick", she says dismissively as she slides into the vehicle."Yes, Miss Lovelace", the man responds formally before closing the door behind her and climbing into the driver seat.

It doesn't take them long to reach thay northern district of the city, a light rain having started to fall over Sacrosanct when the limousine comes to mind smooth stop at the front of the classy and extravagant bar. Stepping out of three vehicle gracefully when Fredrick hurries around to the side and opens that door for her, she hardly pays much mind to the people walking on the sidewalk, several of them turning their heads to glance at the fae woman. A man with the same apparent intentions of entering into that bar is only a few strides ahead for her and when he turns to see her there, he is quick to open the wooden door, his accented tones quickly registering in Vitani's mind though she hardly bats an eyes at him, pale green eyes regarding him only briefly before she wordlessly steps past him and moves deeper into the establishment until she finds an empty booth. Sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, one of the male waiters scrambles through the people and past tables to reach her, eagerly asking for her order."Grey Goose martini, please", she says sweetly total the man who moves away to retrieve her drink. She allows for her gaze to sweep over the faces that filled the bar tonight, hardly caring to give notice to the men that eyed her longer than was necessary. Oh, she was quite used to such things. It was hard not to go anywhere and not have those eyes flickered with desire upon her elegant frame, especially when she was wearing what she was. The waiter returns quickly with her drink then, placing or before her with a grin on his face as hazel eyes rove over her."Is there anything else I can get you?", he asks, Vitani offering him a sweet smile that seemed as natural as her beauty."No thank you, but if I change my mind you'll be the first to know", she replies and he almost hesitantly leaves the booth, as if he were about to ask for her name or number or something to that affect.

Pale peridot eyes wander over the same people filling the bar once more as she takes that first sip, wondering if there might be anyone worth watching for a time when she finds the same man who had opened the door for her. And sure enough, he is walking away from the bar with a drink in his own hand, weaving through the crowd towards her. He was certainly quite handsome now that he held her fickle attention as he drew ever nearer. Running a hand through those long and luscious near-white locks flowing over her shoulder, she allows for her eyes to travel over him in mild curiosity when he comes to stand there beside her, tenor tones reaching for those sensitive ears hidden beneath her hair. Pink lips offer him a warm simper as she gestures to the empty seat across from her with a soft hand."Non mi dispiace (I don't mind)", she answers him in the language that was far from unfamiliar to her, her home in Verona being perhaps one of her favorites though she much preferred that solitary estate on the beach of Bora Bora. She gently takes that martini glass in her hand once more, taking another drink as her pale green eyes watch the Italian man from beneath thick lashes, her gaze falling to that fragrant amber liquor before looking back up to his chiseled features."You have fine taste in your liquors", she remarks casually, silken words falling effortlessly over her gently parted lips that still hold that subtle simper as he extends a slender hand towards the man in greeting."I'm Vitani. Vitani Lovelace. What do they call a handsome stranger like yourself?", she purrs smoothly to him then, lashes blinking slowly over glittering peridot as they remain fixed upon his dark brown gaze.