Zoey yawned as she opened her eyes to the world. The room that was hers when she stayed was rather dark, the heavy curtains closed tight and the gold and crimson wallpaper giving it a dark contrast. She blinked her smoky blue eyes, letting them adjust to the shadows. With a groan, she slipped from her silk sheets, walking towards her closet to grab her shear black robe. Just as everyone else in the house, she slept naked. Zoey was 34 and though she didn't have curves or such, she had a great sleek figure for her age since she took advantage of the gym room whenever she could. Tossing her black mass of curls over a bronzed shoulder, she headed from her room, wanting what everyone wants in the morning... caffeine.<br/><br/>At 5'10'' she had a height that made her legs look like heaven, and kept her from wearing high heels around men. Slender and almost cat-like, she had slopes to her body instead of curves. Her  almond shaped eyes were heavily framed by thick black lashes and angled brows. She had a small, aristocratic nose that she got from her sister's side, the Lockharts. Her full cupid bow lips always seemed to be stained red without makeup, and though she ate regularly, her cheeks were slender and hollow, to accent her exotic features.<br/><br/>She slowly made her way down the hall, not paying any attention to the noises coming from the rooms she passed- caffeine first. She descended the stairs, making her way to the kitchen in what could barely be called a covering silk and lace robe. Though bleary eyed, she found her way to the refrigerator where she dug in for a soda. Zoe didn't do coffee. With a metallic pop of the can opening, she took a swig while standing in front of the open frig.