<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/02/7a/18/027a18fb5cee4600d60e4ef2d9680ce1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee  - Maid<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 12:00 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><---That<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>After a couple of minutes, Stephanie regained her strength and composure, and stood up to finish washing off.  She took a few minutes to run her razor over her legs, and trimmed a bit with the small scissors she kept in her toiletry kit for just that purpose, then took another quick rinse.  Feeling deliciously clean, relaxed and only slightly chastened for her behavior,m she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of the luxuriously thick and fluffy towels.  Standing in front of the mirror, she wiped off a clean spot with one hand, then picked up her comb to start de-tangling the mass of thick, wet hair draped over her shoulder, humming to herself.  Her hips swayed as she sorted out her hair, dried off and then dressed in the mid-thigh length button-up shirt and black panties, leaving the shirt unbuttoned but for the three in then center.  She tossed her damp hair back over her shoulder to let it tumble down her back, and stretched, curling her bare toes against the cold floor with a satisfied purr.<br/><br/>"Hey, did you already call for room service, 'cause I'm starving for some of those hot, yeasty dinner rolls and some herb butter..."  She tossed the words off as she exited the bathroom, peering down at her chest and plucking a stray thread off the white shirt.  Still not paying attention to her brother, she padded toward her bed, muscles in her mostly-bared legs flexing fluidly with the light, graceful steps that hinted at her past in dance.  Granted, back then it had been ballet and not the sort of dancing that she made money off now, a hobby she'd been forced to give up when she hit a certain age and her chest grew in.  She didn't mind much now, of course, since she much preferred her current form of dance.  Suddenly noting the music, she paused in mid-step and glanced over at Stephen, her eyes falling to the tablet in his hand, then rising to his face with a growing dismay.<br/><br/>"Fuck....tell me you're just listening to one of my playlists..."