[ ever the hedonist to Viago's utilitarian, Teia takes her time bathing.
for one thing, filling the tub is always a process, especially for how hot she likes her water to be. and once that is done, it's a matter of selecting the right oils and combination of scents to match the mood. then, there's the actual cleaning–her hair alone takes awhile, with how thick it is and how carefully she has to manage the curls. she shaves as well, feeling particularly decadent and craving the aftermath of dinner being spent tucked under the silky sheets, the slide of them a satisfying delight against freshly bared skin.
once she has finally dragged herself out of the bath and patted herself dry with a towel, she obviously has to pick out a dress that will be the right amount of devastating and upscale. thankfully, she already had one in mind, having pondered it in the bath. perhaps a wrinkle in her usual slower dressing: she's eager and wants to soak up as much time with Viago as she can while they have these precious moments to do so. which is why, instead of taking her requisite two hours to bathe, dress, and do her hair and makeup, she takes at least twenty minutes less, including strapping a knife to her upper thigh.
before stepping out of her quarters, she takes one last look in the mirror–satisfied by her handiwork. swathed in a deep burgundy, so deep it almost shone purple under certain light, and pearl-accented heels to match her ear studs, she already knows no one will be able to look away when she enters a room.
too bad for them she's only interested in one man's attention.
with utmost grace, she makes her way to the lobby down the personal set of stairs near her quarters, which leads out into the main attached hall from a hidden door. it's quicker, than going down the public staircase. it also lets her take a few precious seconds to admire Viago on her approach, without him noticing immediately. he's buttoned up to his neck, as expected, but even with the slight gauntness of his face and frame, he cuts a handsome figure in his blue-green-black coat and trousers. her heart gives a familiar flutter and she takes that as her cue to make her entrance. ]
I take it you'll know every high-roller tonight before I do.
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Date: 2025-01-12 12:01 am (UTC)for one thing, filling the tub is always a process, especially for how hot she likes her water to be. and once that is done, it's a matter of selecting the right oils and combination of scents to match the mood. then, there's the actual cleaning–her hair alone takes awhile, with how thick it is and how carefully she has to manage the curls. she shaves as well, feeling particularly decadent and craving the aftermath of dinner being spent tucked under the silky sheets, the slide of them a satisfying delight against freshly bared skin.
once she has finally dragged herself out of the bath and patted herself dry with a towel, she obviously has to pick out a dress that will be the right amount of devastating and upscale. thankfully, she already had one in mind, having pondered it in the bath. perhaps a wrinkle in her usual slower dressing: she's eager and wants to soak up as much time with Viago as she can while they have these precious moments to do so. which is why, instead of taking her requisite two hours to bathe, dress, and do her hair and makeup, she takes at least twenty minutes less, including strapping a knife to her upper thigh.
before stepping out of her quarters, she takes one last look in the mirror–satisfied by her handiwork. swathed in a deep burgundy, so deep it almost shone purple under certain light, and pearl-accented heels to match her ear studs, she already knows no one will be able to look away when she enters a room.
too bad for them she's only interested in one man's attention.
with utmost grace, she makes her way to the lobby down the personal set of stairs near her quarters, which leads out into the main attached hall from a hidden door. it's quicker, than going down the public staircase. it also lets her take a few precious seconds to admire Viago on her approach, without him noticing immediately. he's buttoned up to his neck, as expected, but even with the slight gauntness of his face and frame, he cuts a handsome figure in his blue-green-black coat and trousers. her heart gives a familiar flutter and she takes that as her cue to make her entrance. ]
I take it you'll know every high-roller tonight before I do.