Great, but you’re interrupted.

The dinner is going great, but why wouldn’t it? You looked around as you ate, seeing pictures of the mayor (who is younger in the photo) standing by a sexy blond women a young man and a little girl. “That’s a nice photo, is that your wife? Wear is she?”

“Ah Yes, that’s a picture from about 10 years ago.” He began. “My wife Nitashia came from Russia but we sadly divorced not to long ago” You wear disappointed in hearing that. Even if she is older a sexy blond Russian women would have been great to have. Mr. Prince continued. “My son went with her to Russia for college, and my daughter..” before he could finish a young wavy haired brunte walked in.

“Everything sucks” she yelled.

“Oh, welcome home sweetheart. How was your date” Mr. Prince asked in a calm voice.

“What do you think” she barked back at him.

“Man, what a brat” you say under your breath.

As if she heard you she looks towards you. “Who the hell is this creep?”

“Venessa, don’t be rude. He is a guest.” He said as he tried to calm her down.

Man even her name sounds bratty. That said, she is one sexy bitch. She clearly takes a lot after her Russian mother. Wavy brown hair (that reminds me of Jessica Rabbit’s hairstyle), a rack as big as Veronica’s (before her implants), a beauty mark under her left eye and to top it off, a sexy black mini dress. It’s strapless, a deep V that shows great clevage and is cut off just above her mid thigh complete with black stelleto heels.

“Well tell your guest to get the hell out” she says as she storms off upstairs.

Mr. Prince sighs “I’m sorry about that. She’s not happy living with me” he takes a sip of wine.

You smirk. “Tell you want sir, give me an hour and I’ll get her to calm down” take a big sip as well. “However, I’ll only do it if you sign your masion over to me”

He waste no time in agreeing. “Yes, thank you. Her room is on the second floor at the very end of the west wing.

You nod and make your way up. Time to teach that bitch some manners.