How the Other Half Lives (NSFW)

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa unlocked the apartment door at the Waldorf Astoria. It was decorated in a rather posh manner. A crystal chandelier hanging in the living room, velvet curtains, Victorian furniture (not inspired furniture, but the real deal), fabric wallpaper, a marble bathroom, and about 1,300 square feet of luxury. She placed her purse on the dinning room table and turned back to Steve.

"Please, make yourself at home."

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[grandson_of_coul]

Once Steve was inside, there was a low impressed whistle.

"It's a bit smaller than I was expecting, but I already feel the filthy-richness just oozing from the air. I almost feel like I could go for caviar and drink Domaine Leroy," Steve said, his tongue stumbling over the french.

Morning

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa had woken up first. She had showered, gotten dressed, made breakfast for herself and Steve, and was already busy with work by the time he got up. She sat in a white dress blouse, a black vest, and black pencil skirt, sipping some coffee as she did research on some artwork Alistaire wished to purchase for his hotel. Everything from tracking previous auctions on legit pieces of work, to looking up estate catalogs.

By the time Steve crawled out of bed, she looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Good morning, Steve. Did you sleep well?"