<strong>Miranda </strong><br/><br/>After watching a few ladies slip off into the kitchen, Miranda was starting to feel a bit thirsty. Not to mention another piece of a cake sounded divine; anything to munch on sounded great, Miranda suddenly realized in concert with a small growl from her stomach. Miranda’s curvy hips slowly came to a stop as she spoke to Emi, “I’m a bit thirsty. Would you like anything from the kitchen?”