( katell has long since been dismissed for the night, gwenaΓ«lle not requiring her attentive service while drinking wine, damply, and engaging in competitive sexual ruthlessness via the crystals - so the door is opened by the lady herself, a small thing made smaller by her loose, wet hair and the fact she is wearing what appears to be a man's shirt made for a much larger frame than hers.
one foot tucks behind the other ankle; she holds onto the doorframe, wobbles, then steps back to let her past. she is a tidy thing even in her apparent disarray, the only real sign of how she's spent her evening being that cushions from her chaise and bed have been deposited unceremoniously in a pile by the fireside, where a mostly-empty decanter of wine and half-empty glass have been left, too, where she presumably was a moment ago with the crystal she'd spoken on. her metal tub is out on the small balcony (she likes the cool air and the hot water), and has been emptied already, quite possibly just by tipping it over the edge. )
Thank you. For coming.
( she wants company more than she wants to protect her dignity, she supposes. she hasn't done very well at that, anyway. )
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one foot tucks behind the other ankle; she holds onto the doorframe, wobbles, then steps back to let her past. she is a tidy thing even in her apparent disarray, the only real sign of how she's spent her evening being that cushions from her chaise and bed have been deposited unceremoniously in a pile by the fireside, where a mostly-empty decanter of wine and half-empty glass have been left, too, where she presumably was a moment ago with the crystal she'd spoken on. her metal tub is out on the small balcony (she likes the cool air and the hot water), and has been emptied already, quite possibly just by tipping it over the edge. )
Thank you. For coming.
( she wants company more than she wants to protect her dignity, she supposes. she hasn't done very well at that, anyway. )