Noemi pivoted, trying to capture every single nook and cranny of this immaculate place. Just before she could've been able to escape into thought, she pivoted back, sensing Clara was 'bout to speak. Clara smiled a genuine smile, a smile that not only uses your mouth and lips, but a smile that lights up your eyes. "I'll show ye!", she giddily said, taking Noemi's icy cold, petite little hands in her own, pulling her behind her 'till they reached the end of the corridor. These great, soil mahogany wood doors opened only to reveal the guest bedroom. Most people tend to believe that the guest room in any general house is the most shabbiest room in the place. However, this wasn't the case. The walls were covered in a brilliant scarlet red, with blackbirds painted vividly across the wall. Near the right of the room, rested a large bed. On the walls were tied drapes hung above to the poles. The flooring consisted of a cost carpet. If you were to look above you, a ceiling fan, as powerful as any air conditioner, hung.<br/><br/>"Dis be yer room! Warnin' ya though; Eric waltzed in the rooms qui'e frequently. And his brother." His brother? What is this, a gang bang? Those questions popped in Noemi's head, a slight smile curled upon her lips. Clara, once again, smiled as they both simultaneously entered the room. Opening a small chest, she pulled out a couple of clothing. "Terra packs them for the guest; They're mostly slacks and pants and sherts and stuff. There's a robe in da closet where ye towels'll be too." Noemi had to admit, Clara and Tara were quite hospitable. She didn't know any good things to say about Eric, though.<br/><br/>Clapping her hands, Clara smiled at her. "If ye need anythang else, I'm in the room right next to ya! Watch out for Eric and his brother and another girl- she blonde and likes to show off her guuds. She 'ates anyone as pretty as you". Noemi bowed at the female, almost a substitution for a simple "Thank you". Clara, a bit taller than Noemi was, winked before swiftly walking out of the room.<br/><br/>"Dineer should be gettin' cooked. 'Ou can stay up 'ere or just wander about. Don't go on the really high levels though and don't go to the basement. Buh - bye!"<br/><br/>As soon as Clara gave her a sweet hug before what seemed to be skipping out of the room, Noemi turned and locked the doors. "I seriously need to get out of these friggin' clothes", she mumbled, searching through the clothes just presented to her. All of the shirts were about a size too small. She could squeeze into them, but it'd show off her assets. Who cares? She'll just give blondie a run for her money, and Eric a boner. No biggie, she figured. Sliding on a stainless, white v - neck shirt, she struggled to put on the only pair of skinny jeans in the pile. Another size too small. With her big ass, this'll be a problem. After about fifteen minutes or so, she slid them on. Huffing out a sigh of relief, she decided to explore. Just before she could take one step out her door, she was face to face with...Eric.