[Tifa is only left fumbling for words when Eustace makes no effort to correct the staff, her face going red and her voice growing tiny while she follows them all into the lavish guest room that's been set up for them. Do they go all out for all their guests, or is this only because they'd been soaked already by the time they walked in?
The room itself is a bit on the gaudy side, definitely not in Eustace's tastes, or hers either. It's decorated in dark mahoganies and deep reds, with gold trims along the walls, the chairs, the curtains, and just about everything imaginable. The ceilings rise high and from them hangs a chandelier she's sure costs just as much as the castle itself, and there's a fire burning in the hearth that takes up a quarter of an entire wall on one side of the room.
...
It's a bit on the tacky, overdone side, but she's never seen anything quite like it before, so she's awestruck by it all, taking some time to take a look around first, before she's looking across the room at him, a knowing glint in her eye, even more obvious in the singsong of her voice.]
You sure?
[It would probably be improper of her to invite him along with her, wouldn't it? They are technically guests in a home that isn't theirs, but there's no harm in teasing a little, now that they're alone at last.
She only smiles wider before she sheds her sweater, pulling it up over her head and leaving her in a simple black tank top, and she tosses it in his direction where it slumps on the floor before she works on her top, wandering into the bathroom, but not before giving him a small peak before the door slowly closes. Not all the way, of course—she leaves it open a crack while she climbs into the shower, and soon enough, the steam will start to sift out and into the rest of the room, bringing with it the soft, refreshing smell of roses, with the hint of cucumber.
Tifa won't be gone for long. She wants to make sure she leaves enough hot water for him, and when she comes out, she'll be wrapped in one of the fluffy robes they'd set aside for them, her hair still dripping with water. She moves to stand in front of the fire, where she combs her fingers through the it.]
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The room itself is a bit on the gaudy side, definitely not in Eustace's tastes, or hers either. It's decorated in dark mahoganies and deep reds, with gold trims along the walls, the chairs, the curtains, and just about everything imaginable. The ceilings rise high and from them hangs a chandelier she's sure costs just as much as the castle itself, and there's a fire burning in the hearth that takes up a quarter of an entire wall on one side of the room.
...
It's a bit on the tacky, overdone side, but she's never seen anything quite like it before, so she's awestruck by it all, taking some time to take a look around first, before she's looking across the room at him, a knowing glint in her eye, even more obvious in the singsong of her voice.]
You sure?
[It would probably be improper of her to invite him along with her, wouldn't it? They are technically guests in a home that isn't theirs, but there's no harm in teasing a little, now that they're alone at last.
She only smiles wider before she sheds her sweater, pulling it up over her head and leaving her in a simple black tank top, and she tosses it in his direction where it slumps on the floor before she works on her top, wandering into the bathroom, but not before giving him a small peak before the door slowly closes. Not all the way, of course—she leaves it open a crack while she climbs into the shower, and soon enough, the steam will start to sift out and into the rest of the room, bringing with it the soft, refreshing smell of roses, with the hint of cucumber.
Tifa won't be gone for long. She wants to make sure she leaves enough hot water for him, and when she comes out, she'll be wrapped in one of the fluffy robes they'd set aside for them, her hair still dripping with water. She moves to stand in front of the fire, where she combs her fingers through the it.]
Change your mind yet?