[h1][color=f68ab6]Varrence Xavias[/color][/h1]

Varrence rubs his closed eyes in a circular motion, sighing with tiredness as the chauffeur drives him away from his latest managerial meeting. He unbuttons the jacket of his carefully pleated suit and leans back in his seat, lounging in the back of the armored Bentley. Lazily pressing a few buttons on the HUD of the car's center console, the back of the Bentley was slowly turned to a near pitch black environment. Laying horizontally, Varrence slept with he head propped up on one door and his legs propped up on the other in a soft U shape. Within a minute, he is in a coma like sleep, only awaking when his chauffeur arrives outside a massive apartment complex.

Slowly sitting up with a silent smacking of the lips, Varrence hit a few buttons on the HUD and released the tint settings, softly patting the chauffeur on the shoulder, [color=f68ab6]"Thank-you Avery, the ride was very smooth, I slept like a baby."[/color] The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for Varrence, "I'm very glad your ride was enjoyable, Mr. Xavias." Avery murmured as she moved to make way for Varrence's exit, her face beet red as she faced the ground. Varrence stands as he exits the car, towering over Avery by a near foot, with a chuckle, he draws her chin up with his index finger up, a soft smile playing across his face, [color=f68ab6]"I'm all the way up here, my dear... I'm feeling rather invigorated after that nap, might I be able to borrow this car from you? Of course, I'm under the impression you all take turns for the right to my suite whilst I'm gone. It's yours but I can't promise your safety come night time."[/color] He finishes with a confident smirk, the meek girl merely nods gratefully and scurries towards the complex.

Watching his chauffeur leave, Varrence ran his hand along the roof of the car, [color=f68ab6]"Bentley Continental GT, huh? I don't remember buying this..."[/color] With a helpless smile, he gets into the driver seat and sets the tint to high, slightly darkening the interior of the car. Setting the transmission to manual, a stick-shift slowly rises from the center console, and with a swipe of his hand, the GT growls ferociously before taking off down the street.