Ink nodded, taking another drink before setting her glass on the table. "I think you're right," she said as she leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs. She waved a hand and the walls and furniture began to bleed away, blurring and recombining. When everything returned to normal, Lara was seated on the edge of Ink's bed. Ink was still in the same chair which seemed to have traveled with her, sitting across from Lara.<br/><br/>The bedroom was in the similarly cool neutral tones of the living room. It was, however, a bit less cluttered. It still looked lived in, though. Slightly burnt down candles sat on the bedside tables and the dresser beside an old oak wardrobe. A vanity sat against the wall behind Ink's chair and a leafy vine somewhat similar to Ink's tattoos wound up the walls and across the ceiling. It seemed to match the way her tattoos looked before in the bar when the flowers were purple. But as Ink smiled at Lara, standing from her chair, the vines on the walls and ceiling began to change, becoming a bit more thorny, the purple flowers lightening into a ruby red to match those painted on her chest.<br/><br/>"Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to slip into something," she said as she moved over to the wardrobe. She opened the wooden doors to reveal a seemingly infinite space inside with rows of outfits and garments. She flicked her wrist and the rows moved like conveyor belts until she found what she was looking for. She removed a hangar, a black corset and matching panties hanging from it. In the blink of an eye, her current clothes were suddenly on the hangar, the corset and panties suddenly adorning her slender, tattooed visage.