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[singintheoven]

Her room is cluttered, as usual. A row of empty bottles--some wine, some whiskey--is lined up neatly against the wall, and a few more are on the coffee table, amid a pile of shoes.

She opens the door and gestures grandly. "Here we are. Make yourself comfortable."

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[derewigejude]

Isaac looks around, blinks once.

Comfortable.

That is another thing he forgot.

[singintheoven]

"...well, come on then," she says, kicking her slippers off in the general direction of the closet and moving toward the bed. "We've got all the comforts of home, and then some. It's great, if you don't want to do much more than lounge in bed, read, maybe take a long hot bath."

[derewigejude]

He follows, but... there are problem. "I have not even sat down in... centuries. Ever since I was cursed." No rest.

Never.

Or so Isaac believes.

[singintheoven]

"...standing up it is, then," she says with a smile, undaunted, and unties the sash of her robe.

Nothing but a very short slip underneath, and stockings. If you're going to do old-Hollywood decadence, it's best to go all the way with it.