[ 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. ]
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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. ]