<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat boots, black jeans and a grey tank top<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute > Ksenia's bedroom (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/7d/cb/787dcb1ff80a84505f0c136a0270f365.jpg) to the bathroom (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/9d/05/009d0502597faa4e2174bbdd472ecece.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>July 6, almost lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Decompressing... sort of<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah | Closed<hr/><br/>A little smirk tugged at the corners of Ksenia's mouth when Delilah pointed out the decor; not that she found it offensive in any way. Delilah was right. "Yeah," Ksenia shrugged her bare shoulder caps with dismissive amusement at the observation and began to incline her head to look around. "It's kind of the vibe here." Two decades of that sort of aesthetic predisposed her to having no real qualms with the gothic architecture or choice in furnishings. Plus, the bed was<em>ridiculously</em>comfy.<br/><br/>Kay watched as Delilah took to the closet her hostess made available to her for whatever her rummaging desires might be. When she emerged with her choice of clothing, the Shadowhunter merely nodded. She didn't have an eye for fashion considering much of her wardrobe consisted of 'dark and darker'. "Sure, looks good. If the sizing is good, feel free to poke around when you something. I don't have a super varied wardrobe but there's a lot in there so it may as well get put to use." The offer was sincere as her tone indicated. Then Ksenia paused where she leaned back against the table and wrung her fingers delicately around the ornate edge to hook them underneath. A lock of hair slipped free of her tight ponytail to frame her face. She simply looked at Delilah, pale eyes swimming around her before darting off awry. A few awkward heartbeats passed until Ksenia came out of her reverie with a big inhale.<br/><br/>"Right, shower time!" She clasped her hands together then nodded her head to indicate yet again it was time to play follow the leader. Poor Delilah was probably fed up with the impromptu tour. Ksenia extended her arm over to a door on the far side of the room parallel to the large curtained window. Cutting through the room on a diagonal, Kay gingerly swung open the door and left it wide for Delilah to inspect: a simple arrangement of all the luxurious amenities on a marble floor that flowed into matte chevron tiles. A black rimmed mirror hung under two old fashioned bulb lamps giving off a good amount of light. Lacking both a tub and a window meant the spacious room came off more spartan in design. More industrial, but still very much a mood.<br/><br/>Still, it was the kind of bathroom a college kid could only dream of - and, as Delilah would probably find out, the glass shower walls triggered a frosted feature as the temperature went up.<br/><br/>"Fresh towels are on the rack there. Shampoo and stuff is on the ledge. If you need anything let me know, I'm sure we have it around." Ksenia offered up a small smile to try and be welcoming. Then she backpedalled on her heel a few steps to let Delilah pass. "I'll just wait out here." She walked over to her bed and sat on the ledge, proceeding to remove her boots.