[ she greets him with a soft rustle of delicate dolman sleeves, arms slipping up to wrap around his shoulders briefly in a warm hug. (perhaps a little too warm, too literally. her skin is almost nuclear to the touch, and yet she still smiles upon him as if nothing is amiss) ]

Empty-handed? Not at all. I was promised a story, wasn't I?

[ she slips her hand into his, drawing him further into the suite so she may close the door behind him. ]

Have a seat, get comfortable. Would you like anything to drink?

[ regardless of the time of day, her mini bar is always open. ]