Although what she asked of the student was pretty much an innocent request, she admittedly was a woman who liked to order others around. Perhaps a habit she formed because of the way things worked on a film set. At least she wasn’t accustomed to barking her demands like a know-it all-director would. Regardless, it was pleasing to feel the tiny bristles running through her hair as Riley kindly worked behind her on the bed. Even the distinct sound of her wavy curls being untangled had a soothing effect on her. Quite an easy task to fulfil, but also an easy way to earn the woman’s gratitude. “Thank you, darling.” Heather showed appreciation of the deed. Since her newfound helper didn’t seem to mind brushing it, perhaps she could also ask her presumably bashful roommate to tie her hair back as well.<br/><br/>Before anything else, Molly’s involvement stole her attention though. She hadn’t forgotten her little promise from earlier. In the golden age of her career, there had been times where she got tired of signing autographs. Now that the number of people who recognized her was drastically diminished, someone asking for it had become more meaningful. It was a rather sizable drawing what was handed over to her. Surely a large enough paper that would allow a talented artist to add some detail to their work. In this case, said details belonged to her. Heather, of course, easily identified the woman in the image, as it was she herself. “Oh…” Her smile narrowed down a little. She was surprised to be looking at a drawing of her, a thorough representation of her form. After all, it wasn’t common for her to have the honour of meeting someone who had pictured her in such a personal manner. And pretty accurately at that.<br/><br/>Eyes looking more provocatively, cheeks rounder; the artwork depicted a younger reflection of her, nine years younger to be exact. It contained some other round parts of her body as well. A nude drawing, a product of artistic vision. “Fifteen? Is that right?” It sounded to be quite a young age to produce such a thrilling portrait. A quick search on the web would indeed provide the blonde artist the necessary references to the woman's bosom. However, she must have needed to use her imagination, or observation, to complete the rest. Perhaps a little bustier, but overall, a quite accurate depiction of her. “It’s a small word, is it not?” Heather added with a giggle she didn’t try to mask. “Glad to inspire.” Setting her eyes on her own image didn’t make her shy, no matter how revealing it was. She was rather impressed, flattered to say the least.<br/><br/>On the other hand, her apparent fan understandably seemed to be a little bashful about it. Enough to live the bedroom in a steady march to the shower in fact. After the girl, she stepped forward, hopefully without a hairbrush stuck into her hair. Grabbing a pen, probably one of Bloom’s, she laid her nude self across the table, leaving her signature on the back of the paper as she was credited in her films.<br/><br/>'𝒯𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎- 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈- 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒞𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒'<br/><br/>Moving away from the table next, she located the minibar instead. Her eyes searched for Connie in the bedroom as she leaned down to grab a bottle of water. “When do you think the flights will resume? Morning?” Considering her profession, she seemed to be the right person to ask.