Colt556
Three Thousand Club
Clover Town: Mansion - Upstairs Bedroom
"Mm... no Mr. Stevens I can't.." She let out a small moan as she rolled over onto her back, a stupid grin plastered on her face with a bit of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. "Delicious..." A small giggle slipped past her lips as she once again squirmed around in her bed, tossing the covers every which way until they were a tangled mess that barely covered her body. In one of her bouts of squirming she ended up rolling a bit too far and went careening off the side of the bed. With a surprisingly loud thud she was forced awake, a groan of pain accompanying her as she opened her eyes. Once again an unfamiliar ceiling was situated above her as she lay on the floor. With a sigh she sat up, lazily looking around the room to try and figure out where she was. She let out a large yawn while searching her surroundings, finally remembering that she had stayed the night at some swanky mansion.
She raised her arms high above her head, stretching out her sleepy muscles with a contented sigh slipping past her lips. Other than the rather abrupt awakening, this had been one of the best nights sleep she had had in a long time. As expected of overly expensive beds. It was just a shame her dream was cut short. It had been years since she had last eaten at Mr. Stevens' Cafe and the idea of him giving her a free sundae was just downright magical. For a brief moment she wondered why she would dream about home, especially now of all times. It quickly dawned on her that the meal last night probably triggered some memories which influenced her dreams. Figuring she had sat on the floor long enough she hopped to her feet and and begun her morning routine. Prior to going to sleep last night she had cobbled together an outfit she liked using the spare butler uniforms in the closet. The excitement of trying it on caused her to quicken her pace as she got ready for the day.
A while later she came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body with another encasing her hair. Like so many other luxuries, it had been a long time since she got to wear a new outfit and she was eager to get on with it. Throwing her towels to the floor she quickly got dressed, making sure everything fit properly and lined up the way she wanted. Once she had finished she made her way over to the mirror and gave herself a look-over to make sure it was everything she had hoped. A wide smile crossed her lips as she stared approvingly at her reflection. To top it off she gave a small twirl, the tail of the coat fluttering about slightly as it followed in her wake.
Pleased with how it looked she decided the last touch would be to give herself a proper hairstyle. Her usual style simply wouldn't do with the respectable look she had going on. After spending more time than she would have liked experimenting she finally opted for a simple ponytail. She gave herself another quick look-over to make sure her new hairstyle went well with the butler uniform. Another grinned crept over her features as she tilted her head from side to side. The ponytail went surprisingly well with the overall outfit, it gave her a sort of formality. Content with her appearance she made her way to the door, noticing a note she took it off and read over it. "Let's see..." She skimmed through the note's contents, focusing on the word 'breakfast'. "Breakfast, huh? This place is more like a hotel than a mansion..." She gave a small shrug and tossed the paper over her shoulder, making her way out of the room.
Clover Town: Mansion - Dining Room
She made her way back towards the dining room they had been at last night. If they were going to eat it would probably be there. As she entered the room she took notice of only one other person. One of the other mages fast asleep in one of the chairs. He was truly unsightly, drool leaking out of his mouth and snoring loud enough to be mistaken for an earthquake. The man wasn't even properly dressed. With a small 'hmph' she made her way to a seat at the opposite end of the table from the fellow. She was thankful she was a composed and regal sleeper, unable to even comprehend how someone could be like that even in their sleep. Sitting down she thought back to the note, it had said there would be breakfast but never said when. How long was she suppose to wait? Should she go explore to bide the time? Not sure what to do she remained seated, figuring she'd at least wait a little while before making a decision.