It had been so easy, all to easy to sink into her own world as they had danced, the music playing and filling her senses until there was only she and the handsome man she danced with. She blinked, glancing down, avoiding the gaze of the male who had held her as they stopped. At his compliment she shrugged, not even blushing surprisingly, but then she had grown up with dancing tutors, of course she was good, she had to be in her parents world, it wasn't something she was really proud of. Not like her work, her designs. They were her's and her's alone. Like nothing else in her life, her house, her studio, all of that came from her parents money, the world she moved in was not hers, only her work was.<br/><br/>No one was her's either and she should remember that, that she also didn't want anyone to be hers or her theirs. It was a bad idea. She walked over to Kiri, following Patrick easily, moving with that same grace that had filled her while dancing, but the edgy uncertainty was back. The pictures were great, she could admit that as she looked at them, they showed off her style, soft and romantic, old world flare. Yet she thought they would have looked better with another model. She could see their beauty, the pictures that is, but not her own really. Talia's eyes moved to see how the other two looked at each other, the kiss that Patrick gave Kirri. So it was what she thought, they were involved, which meant the silly attraction she felt for the model was even more silly.<br/><br/>At the joke about stock images her eyes flashed uncertainly "Please, don't. My clothing should only be in copyrighted images." The girl murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly at the mention of a bedroom, hoping that Kirri wasn't going to go too far tonight but still she nodded. This was work after all. "Same outfits then?" She asked, mostly to herself as she moved, her words trailing off as Talia walked down the short hallway and opened one of the doors, revealing a bedroom inside. It was decorated with the same perfect taste that the house had shown, a old fashion four poster bed, carved of heavy dark wood with impressions of fantasy scenes. This was her fantasy room, one she had chosen and decorated to be almost like a dark fairytale. There was a vanity with a large tarnished silver edged mirror above it, the top black marble with gold veins through it, the object made of ebony. The bed trappings were dark, deep intense gold, throw pillows of russet, black and cream upon it. The walls painted to look like stones almost, vines crawling up them, dark roses blooming upon them. She had painted the room herself, and chosen each thing carefully. She hadn't planned on sharing the hidden fantasy room with them, but it was for art and she didn't mind having it show cased.<br/><br/>"Does this work?"