The taller blonde woman's eyes never closed as her lover impressed herself upon Kara, her eyes tracing every little movement of Becca's beautiful visage as she made her feelings explicitly clear. Kara rested a gloved hand at the small of Becca's back as their tongues danced together as they zoomed a hundred stories into the air in only seconds. Her lips curled into her signature smirk as Becca pulled away, noting the not-entirely-hidden blush and nodding knowingly to Becca as she followed her out of the elevator.<br/><br/>Sitting down next to Witchfire and draping an arm around her, she looked the secretary in the eye. "Your best vodka, just bring the bottle. Oh... and unbutton your undershirt. Your matronly apparel doesn't become you, darling..." As the flustered secretary shuttled off, and looked over to the woman next to her. "I don't like front doors, darling," she said with a bit of a giggle.