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[b]Cecile Bianchi[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[B]Ring:[/B] Prostitution

[b]Job/Position:[/b] Working Girl

[b]Weapons:[/b] While weapons aren't exactly what people would expect a working girl to have, the sad truth is that some clients can be a bit...grabby or, worse, violent. Cecile carries a derringer on her, for emergencies. A shot to the leg and then a call into the men upstairs tends to take care of troublesome clients. She'd rather not have to use it, she's a working girl for a reason. Violence isn't her thing.

[b]History:[/b] What girl dreams of being a prostitute? Cecile Bianchi has yet to meet someone whose desire in life was to provide a night - or an hour - of companionship. Cecile's mother came from France while her father worked on cars in a small shop, the smell of oil followed him everywhere. Theirs was a brief affair, made longer once the mother started to show. Cecile was the glue that kept the otherwise loveless family together. At least until her mother took the boat back home, her affair with a dashing Italian man not what she expected - she'd have to try again in Italy instead of America. 

Cecile didn't share her father's love of motors and engines, she, like so many impressionable young women, wanted to see her name in lights, right up there with the Greta Garbo's and Rita Hayworth's of the day. But New York was a long way away, too long for her salary-less self. But she'd get there, she'd find a way, she'd go to New York, sing at a night club frequented by men of class and distinction, she'd get discovered, she'd be on posters, on the silver screen, on the marquee. 

New York remains a dream, even now as she's in adulthood. Her father has passed on, killed in a traffic accident - at least he went out surrounded by the thing he loved, and what choice did a girl without a diploma have in Miami, of all places? Which was still miles away from New York. She was desperate, and yet knew exactly what she was walking into. She may not have had a diploma, a fancy college education, but she knew the word, the streets, the reason why men in fancy suits and black cars frequented certain locations. They counted as men of distinction, by way of power. 

She helps with the money flow, a high quality woman with just enough exotic flair to fool the masses - it helps knowing a few phrases in French and Italian - and the raven hair matches well with the dresses, the low cut, leg revealing dresses, the ruby lips. It's not the most glamorous role, but it's exciting enough. Meeting interesting people (and everyone is interesting, even if they aren't), getting paid for natural talents, and sometimes they let her sing at the owned night club, on slow nights. 

Her name may not be in lights, but it's certainly in the eyes and minds of clientele past, present, and future.