She smiles the last time at the mirror, putting her lipstick into a small, pearl colored purse, before turning and sitting down in her arm chair. the doorbell should ring soon and in a way she was looking forward to it. root preferred this over picking up people in clubs, while she didnt know if Sebastian would be anything like she imagined in bed,s he at least could trust him not to stab her in the back - with a 75% certainity. Which was better than usual for her.
It was nice really, she thought as she crossed her legs, leaning back in her seat, heels of her pumps glinting in the light from the ceiling. Of course, it could get rather complicated if anything went wrong or Seb decided to get attached, but she did think that Raphael preferred her over the soldier, so there shouldnt be a problem.