"Of course," she states in a matter-of-factly fashion. "Who is this girl? I'll have her audtition down at my club. Doug will be more then happy to pick her up."
Actually, Doug would rather fling himself from the tallest bridge he could find. But, Natasha had long since quelshed his free will, he's now her own personal bitch boy. She loves that name, especially because he loathes it. Doug is a poor fated soul, forced to live the rest of his pathetic life out as Natasha's whipping boy. He will never join the Giovanni or any other clan. She smiles lightly to Goergio.
"I could probably access her abilty on my own," she says charmingly. "that way you don't have to be bothered with sitting through a bad audtion if the girl is horrid."

 "I have heard her name mentioned as Kara Miya. She has performed a handful of performances at the Grand, perhaps that would be the best place to start. I am certain someone there should be able to acquire you her contact information there. I would kill to book Serilia but she is often difficult to book and wary of performances in cities that are problematic. Hopefully I can cajole her in time. Until then this Kira seems to be our best option within Sanfield. I appreciate you auditioning her, I have heard quite enough poor renditions of Pagliacci, by Leoncavallo and if I have to suffer with another morose clown..." he trails off obviously displeased with the prospect.
"See if she can perform La Favola d'Orfeo by Monteverdi it has always been one of my personal favorites. The tale of Orpheus is truly a magnificent work and should impress the locals. If they have any class that is," with a sly smile towards Natasha.

"So what is your opinion of the proxy kissed? Has everyone been performing well, I would be most displeased if they have been found wanting."

"As you wish Goergio," she says softly, standing so she can move closer to him. "I believe the proxy kissed have been doing quite well. Not that they'd vocie their opinions to me...Maybe to use me to get close to your ear."
She smiles softly, chuckling about the others having class.
"As for class, we shall soon see if other share our refined tastes."

 "I was just wondering about the 'proxy', They seem to learn quickly to avoid my presence and tell me just what they want me to know. How are things with No Socks? I guess Allesio would probably know a bit more, last time I saw that fat lard ass cur he was trying to polish me off at your speak easy. Figured he might have decided it was his place of business. That or he ran back to that filthy shithole Allesio runs. Whatever the case, I think either you or Allesio should see to him. Allesio probably, Severo and him seem to like dealing with that fat fuck. Where is he, how fuckin long does it take to figure out who runs a titty bar in this po dunk town." Looking about for his cousin, wherever he is I am certain he has that god damn phone welded to his fucking ear. "You do look gorgeous this evening, is that a Versace? Either way you look great, thats taste."

"Let Alessio deal with the obese fucktard. I do not wish to share company with him at all," she says with a certain amount of venom. She smiles sweetly though when the compliment was laid upon her.
"It is indeed, only the best will do," she purrs. "You look dashing as always Goergio. Of course, you always have. As a child I could not have possibly fathomed the truth."

 "Why thank you my dear, had I but mortal needs I would have quickly ended myself in your bed. You were always quite the vixen, and I believe the embrace has only enhanced your beauty. Though I notice you are always the one that attracts attention when you are on my arm. We were truly destined to be together, no matter the scant centuries that separate us." These games with her remind him of his days long gone, but her looks are ravishing.

She raises a brow and smiles, "Why Don, you are making me blush." She laughs, a loud, full bodied laugh. "If such things are possible for me now. They are just jealous Goergio, they wish to be on your arm instead. Especially, memebers of the smaller families. I found it particularly amusing that young Anita and that bear of a mother thrusting their young daughter at you like some unwelcome dowry prize."

 "The Machiavelli's are an ancient relic of a bygone day. Their families are almost gone and they are consorting with whomever will keep them in favor. I would be surprised if they lasted the next century. Though it would be interesting to study the last one, the last of a failed line, Yes Indeed." as his thoughts seem to lead elsewhere.

"Awe, lets not talk about such depressing things my Don. They will be gone before you know it and take their ugly little, untalented daughter with them."
She moves close to him and adjusts his tie. She steps back and smiles some. Her eyes flicker to the clock and she frowns.
"I'm getting hungry, where the fuck is Alessio." if her stomach could growl it would and it was become evident that the hunger was making her impatient.

 "There is something in the icebox. The family knows about my condition and treats me well. Just don't be messy with it. I don't know where he is, he had that damn phone. It appears all these conveniences just lead to more headaches. I shall not waste my night awaiting him and this Rabbit he seems to enjoy chasing. We know enough to know when not to leap into the hole."  

She nods and heads to the icebox. She opens it, pulling out a bag of plasma. She sighs, not quite what she had in mind, but it shall suffice. She opens it and sips at it like a fine wine. She walks back over to Goergio.
"You know, with him being so tied up in his rabbit, why don't we go out. You look like you could go for some good entertainment and some real fun."

"That sounds acceptable," as he stands caressing her side as she drinks down the vitae. "What do you have in mind?" with an inquisitive look.

(OOC Alessio's player will be out for a little over a week)  

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She smiles and kisses his cheek before taking his hand.
"I figure we could go out on the town, maybe see a show...if this town has one, and maybe get something..." she holds up the bag. "warm to eat."
Ah yes, the subtlies of tongue in cheek humor.

 "Well that does sound amusing, perhaps we shall see how well Doug does under pressure. Just tell him we wish to go out for the night and it is his decision, but we will hold him accountable should it displease our tastes. What say you cousin do you think he could handle a bit of creative thinking?"

Her smile becomes a wicked, almost sadistic one, "Yes, that sounds absolutely wonderful."
She pulls her phone from her purse and asks for Doug to come in. He comes in, looking like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"Doug, we have decided to go out tonight, but we have decided that it will be up to you," as she says this, Doug looses all color to his face.
"And w-what if you dont like it misss Natasha?" he whispers.
"Speak up you simpering fool. If I don't like it...well..." she just smiles, and Doug nows all to well. He gulps and sighs, hanging his head.
"Fine ma'am, I shall get the car ready for you."
"Fine, " she states. "We will be out momentarily."
Doug bows out and literally runs to the car.

 "Shall we then my dear..." taking her hand and holding open the door. "I believe we would be most unhappy should he fail to entertain us, he is a bit slow if I remember Gina's recounting. Perhaps he will surprise us."

"We shall," she says as she passes through the doorway, waiting for him to follow. Together they lead out to the driveway where stands Doug with the doors all ready open.
"Doug suffered head trauma as a child, or so his mother told me before she died. He simply can not help being a bit behind. Where to Doug?"
"It is a surprise ma'am," he says. Natasha's eyes flicker to him and she actually smiles. She steps into the car and waits for Goergio.

 With a look toward Doug, "Make your family proud, you never know who is watching." He steps into the car closing the door. He takes a seat next to Natasha," Nice car, is this the one you recently bought?" as the car begins to move.

(OOC - Wherever you think he would take us, Your call)

(move to downtown)

Alessio walks into the room, his cell phone flipping shut in his hand as he pushes open the door.

"So I..." He stops when he realizes that he alone.

"What the fuck!?"

He turns around, storming out the same door that he just entered through.