It’s rare to receive a personal call form her father. It’s her mother that keeps them all connected on a family-level. Of course, it was busines related, not a single inquiry on her well-being in a foreign region with very few connections. Normally, their business with clients is dealt with remotely. It’s another are occurrence to allow an in-person meeting. These particular clients have provided loyal, long-term business and a more personal relationship had developed as a consequence. It seems they too are seeking more fertile grounds in Hoenn.

Toni is dressed to her best, as usual. There’s an undeniable air of elegance in the way she carries herself gracefully behind the host. She wears a long, silken black gown with a rather risqué slit that stretches up the right side. The marks of her latest conquests have long since faded and her bare olive skin begs to be touched.

“Mr. Umbra, I presume?” her voice is soft, yet loud enough to be heard over the instrumental music. The host pulls out the seat opposite of Atticus and Toni settles into it. Her dark eyes glance towards the half-filled glass of wine between his fingers, “I see you got started without me.”

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@hades