Scarlett
"So, love," he turned to look at Scarlett, smirking. "How is life?"
Andrei treaded water next to her, his accent almost matching hers. In all of her time here, Scarlett felt as if she could trust him the most. For some strange reason she felt close to him. She was never one to trust people but he was something else, though she would never admit that to herself or to him. In fact, he was the only guy at Di Morte she wanted more than just pleasure out of, she wanted him... well, for him.
"Ah, love?" She questioned sweetly, a bead of water ran down over her cherry lips, "life is jautri." She used the Latvian word for fun instead of the English one, knowing he would pick up on her vibe. Scarlett smiled softly and pulled herself a tiny bit closer to him, closer than simply a friend would be, but not in an uncomfortable way. "How about yourself Mr. Solovyov?" Her accent flooded through his last name.
Scarlett's skin glowed in the dark water, it was as bone chilling as it was beautiful.