Cara's Room at the Arms, Saturday Morning
These days, Cara rarely had the opportunity, and if she was going to be honest. somewhat less rarely the desire, to sleep late, so it made it all the more galling, when on one of the the few occasions she had both, to she woke to the sun in her eyes. She knew she should have closed the drapes last night.
Biting back a groan as she rolled out of bed, she stretched as she crossed over to the to draw the blinds and block out the offending light. At least the climate control meant she didn't have to rely on a brazier to keep the room at a comfortable temperature regardless of her state of dress. Because she couldn't be bothered trying to find her shirt right this moment.
[establishy, but open if there happen to be any courtesan-assassin-pirate-ninjas around]
Biting back a groan as she rolled out of bed, she stretched as she crossed over to the to draw the blinds and block out the offending light. At least the climate control meant she didn't have to rely on a brazier to keep the room at a comfortable temperature regardless of her state of dress. Because she couldn't be bothered trying to find her shirt right this moment.
[establishy, but open if there happen to be any courtesan-assassin-pirate-ninjas around]