Hestia fussed with her hair a bit in the privacy of the elevator, the knee-length burgundy hair was braided intricately back and down one shoulder the very tip of the braid brushing just about her navel. Her fingernails were well-kept and precise as they folded the baby hairs about her face behind her ear, tucking them in the thin black frame glasses. Of course, they were just for show, she enjoyed the look of them and it seemed to go well with the burnt orange sleeveless, but the high neckline kept it modest and the deep brown pencil skirt.<br/><br/>The ding of the elevator opened up to the lounge as she pushed the rounded frames up her nose before stepping out into the dim-lit room. Admittedly, she loved the star-like lamps and it wasn't very often she left the Sacrificial Flame with her maidens. The nerves in her stomach fluttered as she moved forward, very aware of the clicks of her own heels. They were modest of height and turquoise in color, to match her purse, a nymph idea to try to balance the autumn color pallet with a little spring.<br/><br/>Hestia's eyes breezed about the room, looking for anyone that she knew. There was a stirring in her, it was time for a tiny adventure to calm the flames inside of her and get back to the more practical side of her job. The only side of her job.<br/><br/>Biting the inside of her lip just for a moment before she headed towards the hostess. Maybe a glass of wine, some of the best she'd imagine, harmless flirting with a stranger; a silent thrill of getting the attention that she normally let pass over herself for the others in her soap opera of a family. There definitely were benefits to being the quiet but strong one, needing little attention was one of them. Most of the time, that meant getting no attention at all.