Minali admitted to herself she was leaning there envisioning what Amelia would look like dressed only in her blonde curls, how she could tease her to see another blush flush her pale skin. So perhaps she could understand why Amelia might feel discomforted. Not that she believed anyone could see the thought in her head, but if the girl wasn't dumb she might have noticed Minali was touching her a lot more than she really needed to. In fact she would really like to go back and wind that silken hair around her hand once more and... her tongue traced her lips again and she sighed. The girl had asked nicely this time and agreed to cooperate.<br/><br/>So she smiled at Amelia, "I don't think you have anything I haven't seen, but have it your way. Wake me when you're done." Her tone laughed, she was clearly expecting that Amelia would take quite some time to prepare herself. Minali twitched the curtains over her bed open and settled down on the silk sheets. She kicked off one boot and then the other and rolled into her bed. The curtains closed behind her and she closed her eyes, listening for the sounds of Amelia moving. Then she realized the desk was across from her bed and she smiled, her eyes opening again. Slithering silently around, she moved to settle herself by the crack in the curtains, her chin pillowed on her hands. Wouldn't it be nice if she didn't have to work her imagination quite so hard? Naturally luck would still have to be with her for Amelia to stand just so, but waiting for that was ever so much more an intriguing prospect than listening to someone get ready.