Vincenzo Bianchi

Vincenzo Bianchi brings his thumb up to his lips, his tongue darting out to wet the pad of it before he's reaching down to flip the page of the book in his lap- his latest book that isn't even published yet, holding the only copy of Temptations of the Night in his lap, acting as if he couldn't be bothered with the rest of the world around him. He was vaguely aware of some of the other contestants on the other side of the pool- some obviously trying to flirt, others more so keeping to themselves, and he found the difference interesting, like something he'd put in one of his novels. His eyes occasionally glance up to peer across the pool, waiting to see if anyone would approach him- and then someone did. He peers over the top of his book as he notices CraveU user walking passed him. With a slow, deliberate movement, he sets his book down against his lap, offering a small smirk as his head tilts to the side.

"Vieni qui. Come here, tesoro- I would like to talk to you."

He calls, his accent wrapping around the words like silk as he reaches out one handout towards them- an invitation, not a demand, though he hopes he'll take him up on his offer for conversation.