<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Unwinding<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After thoroughly removing her makeup, Vi glanced at herself in the mirror, pleased with the view.  She'd never been the sort of woman who spent a lot of time staring at herself and agonizing over every little laugh line and blemish.  Granted, she knew she'd been blessed with good genes that had made her naturally lovely and had kept her that way over the years, but she worked to ensure she remained appealing to her own eye.  A healthy lifestyle, plenty of joy, a good moisturizing routine and light Botox were all it took to keep the ravages of time at bay, and she had no plans to go to any more extreme lengths.  Some of her favorite actresses, women whose beauty was unparalleled in their time or any other, grew old gracefully and with undeniable dignity.  She could only hope to age with that same poise.<br/><br/>She smoothed a small amount of serum over her face and neck in a thin layer, letting her soft skin soak it up as she reached for her soft-bristled brush and gently ran it through her thick, black hair.  Once the soft strands were falling loose and wavy around her face, she set the brush down and rose to her feet.  Her closet was the size of some one-bedroom apartments, and none of the space was wasted.  A small settee in the center of the room provided a comfortable and convenient place for putting on one of hundreds of pairs of shoes.  Her clothing was neatly arranged on hangers and in specially designed drawers, and her lingerie and everyday jewelry was tucked away out of sight in smaller drawers.  She adored her closet, knowing it would make Imelda Marcos gag with pure envy.  In fact, if pressed, she'd name it as her favorite place in the house.<br/><br/>Tonight she didn't linger.  She selected a sheer, black bodysuit to sleep in, along with a gorgeous, wine-colored, fur-trimmed, satin gown to wear over it, for modesty's(and glamour's) sake.  She added a pair of maribu-feather, kitten-heeled slippers and some plain black and silver jewelry before leaving her bedroom.  She knew it was a bit silly to wear jewelry and heels in her own home, but she felt naked without them and didn't care what anyone else thought.  Sparkles and heels made her feel beautiful and she'd rather feel beautiful 24/7.<br/><br/>She stretched with a happy murr as she passed through the house, feeling Bogart brush against her legs as she made her way back to the kitchen.  "Did you enjoy your chicken, sweetheart?  Who's my special boy?"  She bent to press a kiss to the Husky's head and then straightened to finally turn on the lights.  As she moved around the kitchen to pour herself a glass of far-better wine than what had been on offer at the meeting and a small snack of crackers and cheese, she hummed to herself.  Anyone who knew Vi well was aware that she was an unapologetic homebody.  She loved shopping and travel but, like her love of dressing up, the best part was the end.  Nowhere felt more cozy, comfortable and inviting than her own home, and she worked hard to make and keep it that way.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to wipe down the kitchen counters, she then picked up her snack, turned off the light and led Bogart to the study.  The mid-century design aesthetic continued there, though the abundance of modern books and technology ruined the illusion.  Still, she'd done what she could to make certain the Bose stereo and high-end computer blended in as best they could, and she'd done a damn good job, in her modest opinion.  She put her plate ans glass down on the desk and settled in the chair, settling in as she turned the stereo on to her favorite playlist, keeping it soft enough to merely serve as background music.