Intro || No Event || Aphro As Desired
The warbling voice of Édith Piaf resounds throughout Monaco's hotel room, almost drowning out the rush of bathwater filling her tub. There are a multitude of tissue-lined shopping bags and delicate shoeboxes on the floor and bed, each being systematically emptied of its lavish contents as the tiny principality shimmies out of her current outfit only to don a new one moments later. One-of-a-kind clothes have been draped haphazardly over the bed, painful-looking shoes kicked thoughtlessly out of the way as she admires each brief new look of hers in the full-length mirror on the wall with an expression of disinterested pleasure on her face. Bottles of perfume and tiny containers of makeup all rest nestled together where they were dumped carelessly at the head of her bed, different colors of glass catching the low afternoon sunlight shining in from the window.
If she's going to be stuck in this place, Monaco would at least like to surround herself with things that make her happy, a copious amount of gorgeous new clothing and expensive cosmetics being the most accessible. She's already swallowed down a pair of pills from the bottle marked Valium on her bedside table, a mouthful of the hotel's answer to Grand Marnier having burned her throat and made them almost difficult to take. Now that she's done shopping for the day, she needs something to stop her heart from pounding as she thinks about her situation. There's no exit...surely there must be an exit... After all, how did people get in if there's no way to get out...?
It's when she wanders into the bathroom to shut off the water that the latch on the door to her room lets itself go, door creaking open a few inches and allowing Piaf's voice to seep out into the hallway. Monaco is about to set down her drink and slip out of her dress (she'll hang this one up, it's off-white and chiffon and she'd rather not embark on a journey to find a cleaner's quite yet) when she hears her door open. Possibly already more relaxed than she should be about such a thing, she peeks her head out of the bathroom to see if anyone's there.
[ooc; Say hello to the Principality of Monaco, the Las Vegas of Europe. My characterization of her may be a liiiittle bit different from how she's usually portrayed, be warned. Men and women are both cool, canonmates are appreciated but not necessary, smut or CR are awesome, and anything goes except bathroom play and gore. And responses may be a little slow because I am a loser, haha. ;w;/]
If she's going to be stuck in this place, Monaco would at least like to surround herself with things that make her happy, a copious amount of gorgeous new clothing and expensive cosmetics being the most accessible. She's already swallowed down a pair of pills from the bottle marked Valium on her bedside table, a mouthful of the hotel's answer to Grand Marnier having burned her throat and made them almost difficult to take. Now that she's done shopping for the day, she needs something to stop her heart from pounding as she thinks about her situation. There's no exit...surely there must be an exit... After all, how did people get in if there's no way to get out...?
It's when she wanders into the bathroom to shut off the water that the latch on the door to her room lets itself go, door creaking open a few inches and allowing Piaf's voice to seep out into the hallway. Monaco is about to set down her drink and slip out of her dress (she'll hang this one up, it's off-white and chiffon and she'd rather not embark on a journey to find a cleaner's quite yet) when she hears her door open. Possibly already more relaxed than she should be about such a thing, she peeks her head out of the bathroom to see if anyone's there.
[ooc; Say hello to the Principality of Monaco, the Las Vegas of Europe. My characterization of her may be a liiiittle bit different from how she's usually portrayed, be warned. Men and women are both cool, canonmates are appreciated but not necessary, smut or CR are awesome, and anything goes except bathroom play and gore. And responses may be a little slow because I am a loser, haha. ;w;/]