[Hello Discedo. How is your morning? Oh that's good, you're just... going to be woken up by a scream.
And the briefest flash of
this before the communicator is thrown across the room.]
[It gets picked up a little later, Romana beaming apologetically, feather duster in her other hand, feathers dusting over the expanse of her skin that this costume shows. Never mind the still healing scars on her left shoulder, just focus on the cleavage okay okay?]
Ahhh, Bonjour! I'm sorry about that before, I just got a little startled, oui, oui! So silly of me...
Ah! [With a move that's meant to look accidental she drops the duster over her shoulder, looking down with a look of surprise. Slowly the surprise becomes a pouty smirk, Romana carefully setting the communicator on the table.]
How clumsy of me... I suppose I better pick this up... [With a flutter of her eyelashes she turns, bending down ever so slowly to pick up the duster. Oh look, she's a lace girl. Enjoy that I suppose]