Ambrosia awoke in the middle of a large bed in a large bedroom that bore no personal touches. It was a penthouse she had recently acquired in a realm she often visited, but never found a reason to stay. She slipped out from between the silk sheets, stretching lightly before heading for the kitchen. A light robe hung near the door, but she passed by without taking it. She was alone, after all, so she felt no need to hide her body. Not that she necessarily ever felt a real need to do so, but given that it was generally expected in civilized society, she did what she must.<br/><br/>She found a platter of freshly cut fruit and a freshly made smoothie sitting on the counter in the kitchen, left by the chef she had acquired along with the penthouse. She rarely had anything for breakfast that actually required cooking, so she usually found it waiting for her and the chef would leave until lunch time, as she had instructed him to do. She hardly saw the need for him to be hanging around when he wasn't needed.<br/><br/>She rubbed her temples lightly, popping a few pills in her mouth and washing them down with the smoothie. She had a headache, one that could either be because she'd had a few too many drinks last night, or it could be one of the headaches that she sometimes got when she overused her abilities. She'd done a lot of traveling lately. More than usual. She might be immortal, but that didn't mean that overusing such abilities as dimensional travel didn't take its toll. It was far less of an effect than a normal human might have felt, but it was annoying nonetheless.<br/><br/>At any rate. The reason hardly mattered. She gulped the smoothie down and ate a few pieces of fruit before heading back into the bedroom, where she opted to dress for her morning run. She chose a fitted top and a pair of shorts to wear, then put on her shoes and off she went. After stretching, she left the building, ran down the road, through the nearby park. She ran for miles before finally turning around. Running was one of the few things that still left her feeling invigorated, so she kept running until she somehow ended up back on the street where the building in which she was currently residing was located.<br/><br/>She slowed to a walk as she approached the building, before entering and wandering back up to her penthouse. She unlocked the door sighing to herself as she tossed her keys and phone on the nearby table. What was presumably going to be the best part of her day was over. She drug herself to the bathroom where she shed her clothes and hopped in the shower. She wasn't quite sure how long she spent in there, letting the hot water run over her, but eventually she finished the shower and turned the water off. She stood there, watching the water drip from her body to the floor for a few moments before she stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying herself off.<br/><br/>She didn't bother to dress again, instead grabbing a small object and flopping herself back onto the unmade bed. She used her fingers to extend it, revealing a large screen. She then proceeded to scan through anything and everything that might be of some interest, that might entertain her, or at least provide some form of distraction from the empty penthouse and the inescapable prison of her own mind. Unfortunately, nothing caught her interest. She groaned, closing the object with a wave of her hand and rolling over with a frustrated sigh, staring up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>It wasn't like there was nothing at all to do. She could always watch television, or call one of the girls who always seemed to want to befriend her, or one of the men who were apparently itching to be used by her. Yet none of those things seemed particularly interesting at the moment. None of them would fill the emptiness. She sat up and hopped off the bed, deciding to pour herself a glass of something to get her out of her head. Was it entirely too early to drink? Perhaps. Did she care? Not one bit.<br/><br/>As she entered her living room, she noticed something that wasn't meant to be there. After all, who intentionally put a random door in the middle of their living room? It might seem strange to some, but not to her. She knew where this door led. She'd never visited the realm before, but she knew of its existence, and what went on in the realm. It was a place of pleasure, a brothel occupying a dimension ruled by a dimensional lord who went by the name of Madam Ruse.<br/><br/>The door itself was not confusing. The reason it had appeared to her now, on the other hand, was a mystery to her. Perhaps it shouldn't have been, but when you actively deny the existence of emotions such as loneliness and love, especially their existence within yourself, then it naturally wouldn't make sense for such a place to reveal itself to you. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that it was here, before her. In her living room, no less.<br/><br/>She stared at the door for some time before deciding "what the hell?" It wasn't like she had any other plans for the day. She spun on her heels and returned to her bedroom, where she slipped into a dress that was short, but perhaps not too short, and low in the front, but not obnoxiously so, then chose a pair of heels to match. She then put on her makeup before adding a necklace and some other small accessories. She finished the outfit with a light jacket, just barely longer than the dress, that covered nothing of importance, while giving the appearance of providing coverage.<br/><br/>She was careful not to make the outfit too over the top, but she made sure that it was enough to accent her figure and draw sufficient attention to her, while not being too terribly obvious about the intention. Like everything else in her life, every part of the outfit had a purpose. Each piece was chosen to accent or draw attention to some part of her body, to accent the dress, to downplay the intention of the outfit, or to tie it all together.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed, she picked up a small bag, which carried much more than it might appear to, and headed for the door. "Don't disappoint me," she spoke to no one in particular as she pushed the doors open and crossed into the other dimension. She was immediately greeted by a feeling she had become quite familiar with as she traversed the multiverse. It was a feeling that had been slightly unsettling the first time she had felt it, but eventually began to bring about some strange form of excitement. At least it had. Now, like everything else, the feeling was beginning to fade.<br/><br/>Perhaps this place was what she needed after all. Perhaps it would provide the excitement and pleasure that nothing else seemed to bring her anymore. Perhaps it would be fun. A welcomed distraction. But only time would tell.<br/><br/>As a new view filled her vision, Rose took a step forward, opening her arms wide, "Honey, I'm home," she greeted this new realm with a playful greeting, a light smile on her face.